Just as she was about to leave, she aggravated her wound, furrowing her brow tightly, and it was not long before she seemed to realize something.
The cultivation technique of the Yanqi Sect emphasized a certain Spiritual Energy within the body. Now that her body had been defiled by this demon, it was akin to being contaminated by demonic energy.
Could she still cultivate the Secret Technique of the Sect Master of the Yanqi Sect?
Her complexion changed drastically, and her gaze grew colder, with a killing intent flourishing in her eyes.
Autumn was bleak, the moon hung high.
Guan Qinghan, whose heart had already grown indifferent, was once again stirred.
"Damn Demon Lord, you broke my body, shattered my cultivation, I will kill you, I must kill you!"
Snow fell from the sky, covering Guan Qinghan's figure for a long time without abating.
This turn of events disrupted all her plans, leaving her at a loss for what to do next.
The legacy of the Yanqi Sect must be carried on.
