The world would not run according to her own designs. She had understood that long ago.
A Profound Gate cultivator gravely wounded and imprisoned for half a month was still a Profound Gate cultivator.
A Fifth Growth cultivator bearing [Quail Head] and [Heart-Transmitting Candle] was still only at Fifth Growth.
Luo Defeng roared hoarsely with rage. The courtyard gate and brick wall shattered thunderously in the exploding Profound Qi, the curtain of rain swept clear in an instant. Li Piaoqing suffered internal injuries at the very first impact, vivid blood spilling over her lips.
Heavy iron chains tore through the air. A single strike would cripple half her body.
Li Piaoqing raised her eyes to meet that hate-filled gaze. Given time, she could easily detonate someone like his Heart Candle, but a single Candle Sword strike now could only stall him for an instant.
An instant might change nothing.
Li Piaoqing abruptly sprang up, her lowered eyes fixed on that terrifying figure, abandoning both the sword and umbrella in her hands.
She only raised a hand toward her waist.
"Coming," Pei Ye answered lazily as he pushed open the door. "So polite today-"
He froze.
What met his eyes was a plain cloak, with only one slender, lovely hand resting at the waist, toying with and turning an exquisitely fashioned little brass sword, as though to dispel nervousness.
The little sword had an unusual shape, like an icicle that had grown naturally, only there was no longer any cloud-white true qi swirling around it.
Of course he recognized it, and he would never forget it.
His visitor tilted her head, letting her hood slip off, revealing her clear, lovely face before him. Her bright, lively eyes, the exquisite Feather Makeup at their corners poised as if in flight-for many years