Two streaks of sword light fell out of thin air, severing the chains on Zhou Qingmei.
Purple Spirit suddenly appeared within the sea of lightning, personally carried Zhou Qingmei up from below, and laid her before He Pingsheng.
He Pingsheng's heart ached.
He reached out and stroked Zhou Qingmei's face.
A faint, lovely smile appeared on Zhou Qingmei's exhausted face. "Young master... young master... am I dreaming?"
He Pingsheng gathered her into his arms and said, "You aren't dreaming. I've come to save you!"
"Immortals don't dream!"
Hum, hum, hum...
Streams of the power of Laws, visible to the naked eye, flowed out of He Pingsheng and into Zhou Qingmei's body.
The vitality within her grew stronger and stronger.
Before long, the girl fell asleep, her face flushed.
She was simply too exhausted.
He Pingsheng entrusted Zhou Qingmei to Purple Spirit's care, then glanced at Dao Lord Great Horn.
That single glance sent terror coursing through Dao Lord Great Horn.
The story of how He Pingsheng had slain Dao Lord Mystic Heaven, the foremost expert of the Profound Demon Heavenly Ruins at the Dao Origin Pinnacle, while only at the Great All-Encompassing Golden Immortal Fifth Layer had long since spread throughout the Immortal Realm.
How could Dao Lord Great Horn, who followed He Pingsheng's affairs so closely, possibly not know?
He knew all too well that, in He Pingsheng's eyes, he was nothing more than an ant.
"Young master... my master... he... he..." Elmwood wanted to plead for mercy, only to suddenly realize that he had no grounds on which to ask anything of He Pingsheng.
On the contrary, He Pingsheng had given him a Supreme Profound Immortal Apricot, allowing his cultivation to break through to the Great All-Encompassing Golden Immortal Peak.
That kindness was greater even than what his