Xu Qi 'an ignored the celestial venerable's question and descended from the sky, standing lightly beside li Miaozhen.
He first examined the flying Sparrow swordswoman's condition. Her physical injuries were not serious. Even for the Taoist sect, which had a weak body, it was a minor injury that could be recovered in ten days to half a month of rest.
What was really bad was the condition of li Miaozhen's primordial spirit. An analogy would be that an ordinary person was stabbed and didn't stop the bleeding, losing a lot of life with the blood.
Li Miaozhen's primordial spirit was in such a situation. It was as weak as a Candle in the Wind and seemed to be extinguished at any time.
It's only been two whips. If you were hit by five consecutive lightning whips, even the gods wouldn't be able to save you ... Xu Qi 'an muttered. The reason why he could still complain was because li Miaozhen would not be in danger.
