They no longer rejected or obstructed him; suddenly, they felt wonderfully familiar. Soft mist spread over his wounds, his stiff, crippled body began to ease, and the rusty sensation in his ruined throat and lungs faded considerably.
More importantly, this body that struggled to control Profound Qi had, this time, received its willing favor! Like docile lambs, the mist placed the cords around its necks into his hands.
On the Immortal Tower two miles away, Pu Huaimeng broke off his conversation with Wu Dong and An Zang, activated the Formation Disk with his art, and forcibly bestowed every enhancement upon this man's broken body!
At that very instant, a black-robed figure plunged through the mist from the sky, landing within the "Cloud-Locked Vermilion Tower."
The next moment, the mist surged like waves, and a fierce, whistling sword light, vast with autumn's chill, suddenly swept the clouds into motion!
Making up for yesterday's update.
Chapter 319: A sword's demise (part one)
For Pei Ye and his companion, it was like a nightmare that had suddenly crashed into view.
A moment earlier, the boy and girl had been stretching their legs and chatting merrily. They had truly reached their absolute limits, thinking they would soon return to familiar Bowang and see Miss Ming. Once they handed over everything from this journey, the Immortal Platform and Heavenly Mountain would surely be able to move the investigation a great step forward.
But things spiraled out of control without warning. The surrounding mist was bitterly cold, and devastation, deathly silence, and blood assaulted all five senses at once.
This is... Bowang, Pei Ye thought.
Lord Sui had said that the people who took the item from the Immortal Tower's Third-Tier Pavilion belonged to the Sun-Swallowing Society. That judgment was correct, but Wu Hejian had been