Beyond the heavens, Two Realms City.
The Immortal Sword arrived in the sky, and every sword practitioner in the city fell to the ground, every weapon holder trembled in fear.
A pervasive Sword Intent emerged, and in but a single breath, it targeted a certain loft within the city, where Yu Hua lay on a massive slab of Xuanbing, and Qingcang sat cross-legged three steps away, strands of an Immortal's aura nourishing her.
The Fox Fairy sat in a chair sipping tea, casting her gaze toward him.
The Immortal Sword transformed into a streak of light and flew into the room, hovering silently in midair.
Qingcang slowly opened his eyes and said indifferently, "A scar every five years, too many and it breaks the bone; she's going to die."
The Immortal Sword inquired, "Why do you not stop her?"
"Life is not about length; I respect her wishes."
Qingcang's reply was cold, yet it suited his way of doing things.
