"You" was an honorific.
Jing Jiu only used that form of address for those older than him and of a higher seniority.
Across the Chaotian Continent, such people no longer existed. Naturally, the one he addressed was not of the Human Race.
True Person Taiping looked at the Prison Cell at the end of the passage and said, his voice sinking slightly, "You stopped me from destroying the world, yet you want to let her out?"
If Jing Jiu wanted to enlist the one in the Prison Cell as outside help, he would have to undo the Thousand-Mile Ice Seal formation.
Once she broke free, what sort of disaster would she bring upon the Human Race?
Jing Jiu said nothing.
True Person Taiping stared at the Prison Cell, his gaze growing increasingly grave.
No one could break through the Green Mountain Sword Formation and threaten him, but the one in the Prison Cell was special.
He had to focus all his attention there.
Just then, a white cat slipped soundlessly out of Jing Jiu's sleeve.
The Green Mountain Guardian, Liu A'da, had not appeared at all today. It turned out he had been hiding in Jing Jiu's sleeve all along.
No matter how much wind and rain the Green Mountain Sword Formation stirred up, no matter that the peaks looked ready to collapse, he had refused to show himself, as though he would hide his way through it as he had so many times before.
The cat's paws were as silent as falling snow.
As light as swan down.
And like dandelion seeds drifting on the wind.
He slowly crawled along the Heaven-Bearing Sword.
True Person Taiping's hand still gripped the Heaven-Bearing Sword.
Jing Jiu's gaze had once fallen on that spot.
Now it was the turn of several claw