Jiang Shouzhong was a little dumbfounded.
Why do you seem so skilled at this?
The woman greedily absorbed the breath converted from the man's spiritual power within his body, and soon the torturous, agonizing discomfort gradually faded away.
Returning to her senses, Xiao Lingqiu couldn't help but feel a surge of sorrow.
To think that a dignified Empress Dowager had now been twice taken advantage of by someone.
If she had known this earlier, she wouldn't have come to Dazhou to fight for the Taoist Ancestor's remains.
Of course, the man was saving her, after all—it was indeed hard to blame him.
If they had been in the mortal realm, she wouldn't fear death, since with Rama's remains, she could always cling to life. But in this bizarre Immortal Realm, she genuinely feared she might meet her end.
The more Xiao Lingqiu thought about it, the more aggrieved and angry she felt, glaring fiercely at the man right in front of her.
