Jiang Ding closed his eyes, taking a long time to compose himself.
After a while,
he opened his eyes.
"I've caused Fish Daoist to laugh."
Jiang Ding descended from the sky, lightly apologetic as he said, "You are too powerful, and it made me feel a life-and-death crisis, so my reaction was a bit excessive. Please don't take it amiss."
On the ground, strands of dark green spiritual light had appeared out of nowhere in the void, falling upon Yu Qianzi.
Torn skin, broken bones, and shredded meridians—and even the flesh that had turned to dust—began to regenerate, healed by the high-level power without any lasting issues.
As a hostage, Yu Qianzi had an extremely high level of security within the Xianmen Sect.
One could say that as long as there were no strategic changes within the sect, it would be very difficult for her to commit suicide, her Golden Pill power still too weak.
"Great Sun Swordsman,"
"That doesn't sound like something a sword cultivator would say."
