The qilin sword spirit gloated over Xiao Tengwan’s misfortune. As expected, Xiao Tengwan’s sword spirit was dead.
Although Xiao Tengwan’s current figure was very faint, as long as it didn’t do anything, it could still hold on for a while.
It could sense from Lan Yuanhan’s spiritual sense that if Xiao Tengwan’s vine was a useless spirit, Xiao Tengwan would be expelled. Therefore, it had to hold on for a while.
At this moment, it saw the leaves of Xiao Tengwan tremble slightly.
The qilin sword spirit felt that its eyes were playing tricks on it. When it opened its eyes wide and looked again, it realized that the small vine was still as if it was dead. There was no movement at all.
It immediately heaved a sigh of relief. It seemed that it had seen wrongly.
Suddenly, the small vine floated up and disappeared into Yun Chujiu’s dantian, Xiao Tengwan.
