"Your sword," she said, "killed her."
"..."
Just seven short words.
Li Qingzhou's expression became dazed. He could hardly tell if that was the sun or the moon in the sky, and he'd almost forgotten whether the warmth on his face was blood or the spring breeze.
"Heh."
The mysterious woman's pupils were a deep blue. As she chuckled, a streak of blue light flew from her eyes and merged with Li Qingzhou's forehead.
"Sect Master Li!"
"Sect Master Li, what's wrong? Wake up!"
"..."
The three hundred lower-echelon Elders kept shouting, attempting to awaken the crestfallen Li Qingzhou.
Alas, it was futile.
Li Qingzhou raised his head and opened his eyes. His pupils were also blue, but a much paler shade.
"Sect Master Li, let us join forces and kill this demoness to avenge your junior martial sister!"
