Jin Wuhuan's cultivation must be extremely profound, because with such a plain and simple strike, Ning Xiaoxian felt an immense threat out of nowhere. Relying on her agile movement technique, she retreated as smoothly as flowing water.
In the exchange between experts, Jin Wuhuan immediately noticed this momentary lapse, and the suspicion in his heart, initially only seven-tenths, instantly increased to nine-tenths! A surge of rage erupted within him, even his breathing became much heavier. He had a daughter late in life, always treating the Jin sisters Zhu Ruo like treasures, yet his eldest daughter had died in such a mysterious, unclear manner, making it hard for him to rest without avenging this blood feud.
Ning Xiaoxian had yet to speak, but the Pill Furnace she left in the God Demon Prison urgently cried out, "It's the Purple Ying Sword he's holding! Mistress, be careful, the Purple Ying and Green Rope never separate, the Green Rope Sword must be nearby!"
