An instant before the woman could detonate the Thunderstorm Talisman, Su Jiu cast a spell, freezing the talisman that should have exploded.
Terror appeared on the woman's face. She knew the caster's cultivation had to surpass her own. At the very least, casting Arts of this caliber instantaneously was beyond her ability.
A trace of defeat flashed across the woman's face.
"So you never returned that thing to the wraith after all?"
Hearing that familiar voice, the woman abruptly raised her head.
"It's... it's you!"
Only when they approached did the woman finally remember who they were. After all, Su Jiu and Chu Luohen were both exceptionally striking, their faces almost impossible to forget, so she recognized them at a glance.
As Su Jiu approached the woman, she caught the scent of blood coming from both her and the person beside her.
The man was clearly badly injured and appeared to be regulating his breathing. The woman watched them nervously, plainly afraid they would join forces to hurt her and the man beside her.
When the woman did not answer, Su Jiu did not press her. Instead, she asked another question. "Did two other women come down here too?"
The woman's expression stiffened for a moment. Then she replied as though she did not understand, "What other two women?"
Su Jiu was in no hurry. With ample patience, she leaned against the wall behind her and folded her arms, watching the woman coldly.
"Is there any point in pretending at a time like this? Besides..." Su Jiu glanced at the man. "He doesn't have the strength to protect you anymore, does he?"
"Or are you planning to use another Thunderstorm Talisman to take us down with you?
"I doubt someone who cherishes her own life as much as you do