The female cultivator surnamed Yuan felt that if she had not acted, the elderly woman surnamed He would not have been able to handle Chongyangzi alone. She herself might instead have died at his hands.
As for the dozen or so Nascent Soul cultivators from the Blood Lamp Sect and Seven Tigers Alliance on the first level, the elderly woman surnamed He only needed to kill them. How could they possibly have any way to survive, unless they abandoned the vessel and fled for their lives?
But that would make things even easier. There would not even be any need to waste spiritual power; the Bone-Dissolving Wind would easily claim their lives.
Thus, she smiled at the elderly woman surnamed He before her and said, "I will study the incantation formula a little longer, then devote myself fully to controlling the giant vessel's flight. Let us see whether we can reach our destination ahead of schedule by dawn tomorrow. We need to move faster.
Once we arrive, we must immediately take away the Great No-Fruit tree. We must remember that the longer the night, the more dreams there are. Once Pure Yang Hall notices anything, we will die without a burial place."
"So, I will have to trouble Fellow Daoist He to make a trip below and clean up those small fry. I truly must trouble you, Fellow Daoist."
Her voice was soft and gentle. Beneath the black gauze, her snowy skin rose and fell faintly. Had a male cultivator been present, his blood would have surged and his mouth gone dry. He might have agreed without the slightest hesitation.
The elderly woman surnamed He glanced at her, already displeased within.
The other woman held both the ring controlling the giant vessel and Chongyangzi in her grasp, yet she continued