After using this sword, Li Chuan also felt a sense of weakness.
Although these last two sword moves looked both stylish and impressive, they consumed a lot of spiritual power and telekinesis!
So, at this moment, he felt a strong desire to sleep.
"Mr. Li, is he really dead?" Huo Xiuxiu asked nervously.
"No." Li Chuan shook his head, "I only killed a trace of his divine sense that he left in you. Destroying this divine sense doesn't affect him at all, nor does it harm him."
"But you can rest assured, from now on, he definitely won't appear in your dreams again."
Upon hearing Li Chuan's words, Huo Xiuxiu's heart finally settled, but she was still very curious: "Mr. Li, are cultivators real? Can these cultivators really shift mountains and rivers, fly through the sky like legends? Are there really immortals?"
The recent events had indeed shattered her previous worldview, leaving her with many questions.
