High Person Qingxia, Xue Qingxia, was in an utterly wretched state.
Her once-clean blue Daoist robe was soaked through with layer upon layer of blood mist and sweat, leaving no trace of the graceful, beautiful Daoist woman she had once been.
Her hair was disheveled, hanging loose in a tangled mess, with several stray locks plastered to her delicate, sweat-drenched face.
Her Daoist robe was in tatters, exposing broad swathes of fair skin.
Her former transcendent bearing, as though she partook of none of the mortal world's smoke and fire, had long since vanished without a trace.
Xue Qingxia knew full well that Qing Chen was far stronger than the two villains behind her. Now that her lamp had run dry, she mustered her last breath and fled to his side.
A faint, delicate fragrance mingled with the scent of medicine, quietly spreading between them as she approached.
The medicinal potency of the high-grade second-tier pill, the Lingxi Springheart Ember, erupted fully at that moment, and she no longer had the strength to suppress it.
An unnatural flush swiftly rose in her cheeks, spreading from the roots of her ears all the way down her neck.
Her gaze gradually grew hazy, and her watery eyes held a hint of girlish innocence, a stark contrast to her usual cold demeanor.
Her legs gave way. No longer able to support her own weight, Xue Qingxia half leaned, half collapsed against Qing Chen.
Her breathing grew rapid and scorching, spilling against Qing Chen's neck. "Senior Brother Qing... I..."
Though Qing Chen held the beautiful Daoist woman in his arms, he felt not the slightest romantic stirring. Instead, a barely suppressible killing intent surged within him.
He wished he could kill Xue Qingxia with a single palm strike on the spot for diverting this