"What is this, flogging a dead body?" Li Qianxia glanced at the tortoise.
"Let's leave this place first," Yang Qinglan said, wiping around them to erase the traces.
Meanwhile, the vortex representing "teleportation" slowly spun open behind Li Changzhou.
"What is this?" Xiaoqing was on guard, and then the gravity shifted, unexpectedly pulling her into the vortex.
"Xiaoqing!" Bai Suzhen reached out to grab her.
"Sister!"
The two experienced a dramatic separation as if facing death—this was the importance of information; they believed the other side of the vortex led to the abyss of Hell.
Back in her own courtyard, ignoring the surprised snakes, Li Qianxia asked in confusion, "Why on earth would you flog a dead body?"
"It's not flogging; it's framing," Turquoise Pool explained as she sat down, pouring herself tea.
"Framing?"
"In Mount Putuo, how many can wield the 'Primordial Spirit Wisdom Sword' at the Human Immortal Level?"
