When the burning pain in his soul eased slightly, Bing Jian slowly let out a sigh of relief and said, [Thank you, Master.]
After hearing Bing Jian's words, the corners of Zhu Lin's mouth rose slightly. Since her sword is actually forged from a part of her true form, the connection between the two of them was stronger than the connection between her and Tu Tu, or her with her two deceased Qilins.
An hour later, the spiritual energy contained in the ice element ores were exhausted. Zhu Lin opened her eyes, took out more ice element ores from the Qiankun bag, and continued to absorb and refine the spiritual energy into divine energy.
While she was healing Bing Jian's soul, time passed by without her realizing it. Early the next morning, Xiu Wu left his apartment with breakfast he specially prepared for Zhu Lin. Just as he was about to knock on the door, he heard a man's voice moaning and panting heavily coming from behind the closed door.
