When Yuan Qing slid down the slope, she witnessed a shocking scene.
She was too late.
The Jingjigui had been slashed into chunks, with fresh blood flowing amongst the grass crusted with ice crystals, the ground littered with broken, hard thorns, and of course, the young boy crouching in a puddle of blood.
One could easily imagine the ferocious battle that had taken place here, but the outcome was undoubtedly good: the Specter Fiends were dead, and her subordinate was still alive, though in a somewhat odd state.
Lu Bu'er had calmed down by now, and he was using a thorn to outline something in the snow with the Specter Fiends' blood, slightly distracted.
His life energy had stabilized, and the Dark Matter was tamed, slumbering within him.
The two seemed to have reached a state of saturation.
