Within the millennium cold underground palace of the Huangji Sect, Li Zhaojun was bound by chains, suffering agonizing pain. The more she thought of Ye Fan, the greater the harm from the chains.
Qing Lian stood at a distance watching her beloved disciple, feeling somewhat resentful towards her lack of progress.
"Knowing it's painful, why still think? Cultivating immortality, shouldn't you have even the basic self-control? This Qiankun Lock is the most secret treasure of the Huangji Sect, used to punish disciples with a distracted mind. It's more than appropriate to use it on you!" Qing Lian said with a fierce expression.
Li Zhaojun cried out in pain, demanding, "Master, didn't you say you would bless us?"
"I said I would bless you, but we also have to see if he can pass the ghost gate. That brat ruined your cultivation, and now you've only beaten him severely injured. The person isn't even dead yet; how could I be willing?" Qing Lian clenched her fist.
