Although the young Jomo was very calm, the battle that day must have been exceptionally fierce.
"-I paid a price I was unwilling to pay." Zhulin stroked the white hair on one side of her head with her left hand.
"What price?" Qu Zan asked instinctively.
"I forcibly awakened my innate wisdom at the cost of my lifespan," Zhulin said. "My lifespan can still be replenished later, but this body's foundations have been badly damaged. My next reincarnation may be even more difficult."
"I gathered some information from Iron Tree's Consciousness Terma. Unfortunately, they must have made arrangements. Before I could find any more intelligence, the corpse turned to ashes."
"Wait, you haven't bound a Vengeful Ghost. How could you deal with that lord of Iron Tree Hell?" Qu Zan suddenly thought to ask.
Zhulin sneered. "That was where those people underestimated their enemy. Vengeful Ghosts cannot be killed, but their binders can.
"The Vengeful Ghost he bound was called [Iron Tree Corpse-Piercing Vidyaraja]. The binder himself was the weakest link. Kill the binder and discover the Vengeful Ghost's rules for killing, and naturally, you can escape-"
"Did you come to me because you needed my help with something?" Qu Zan asked.
"Yes. Although I escaped, I've already been marked. [Iron Tree Corpse-Piercing Vidyaraja] will soon catch-
"up," Zhulin said.
She took off her robe.
As she spoke, she rolled up her right sleeve. Crisscrossing iron and stone pierced her entire right arm, tearing her flesh and leaving the wounds gaping. The blackened flesh had swollen and festered, and he could faintly see the meridians forced apart.
The iron bars in it were still moving, as though some uncanny thing was bursting out through her arm.
Those hideous pieces of iron extended all the way to her back. A sharp