In the moment the Dao fetus was shattered, Lin Qingyue felt as if her internal organs were being hollowed out, and a sharp pain pierced deeply into her Divine Soul, but she clenched her teeth and did not scream, refusing to give her adversary the pleasure.
If her master were here, he would certainly notice the abnormality, and there was hope for salvation.
In her eyes, sorrow surfaced as she looked over at the Half-Saint Elders, only to see faces with various expressions: sympathy, regret, indifference, yet all lofty and seemingly looking down upon the entire scene.
However, those expressions undoubtedly informed her that Haoyue Saint Son's little maneuvers had not escaped their notice.
But why didn't they stop him?
Lin Qingyue was stunned, suddenly feeling an icy coldness as if her blood had frozen.
Was it merely because she was not their disciple?
Or was it out of consideration for Haoyue Saint Son's master, Sword Saint's face?
