Just stared blankly at Chen Ping, unable to look away.
"Hua Lian'er."
Chen Ping's gaze was complex.
With one glance, he saw through the little girl in front of him, frostbitten internally, her spirit and True Qi severely depleted.
Traces of killing intent still lingered on her body. Presumably, she fought her way out of Jinghai Camp.
Recalling some news he'd heard, Chen Ping felt a fear deep within.
If he hadn't dispatched forces immediately upon hearing the news, any delay might have meant never seeing her again.
Seeing Hua Lian'er's frail and sorrowful expression, Chen Ping held back from asking what happened, why two powerful Unity Realm experts were hunting her.
Nor did he ask why her Sword Technique and cultivation had suddenly become so strong.
These things could be discussed slowly, but some things couldn't be delayed.
He raised his hand, and the Black Dragon Sword, as if entwined by thousands of threads, flew back to him.
