Sword cultivators naturally belong to the "fragile" category. Once they bleed or have wounds, in battle, they are almost full of flaws.
If Li Ye didn't have some understanding of healing divine techniques, this guy would have probably had his physical body collapse long ago.
"It's nothing."
Wei Qingye bit off a piece of spiritual cloth and with interest tied a rather tidy knot for himself. Then, he looked up at Li Ye:
"I probably know what your elder brother wants to do."
"He harbors a very crazy self-destructive hostility in his heart, he desires, he hopes to be killed by you."
"But you haven't been willing to make a move on him so far."
"If..."
Before he could finish his conclusion, Li Ye used a leaf to block Wei Qingye's mouth.
With numerous branches already growing from him, Li Ye shook his head, "I know."
"I know what he wants to do."
Wei Qingye frowned.
