After saying this, he bowed his head again: "Please forgive me, Master. Your disciple arrived too late, causing you to be so gravely injured."
Under the dual effects of Feng Xiu’s treatment and Fu Yunshen’s blood, Ying Zijin also lay down for a full seven days before finally recovering.
It showed just how severely she was injured in that battle against Xie Huanran.
When the Great Elder and others learned of this, they were simply incredulous.
After all, since Xie Huanran ascended to become a peak ancient martial artist, only Feng Xiu had higher cultivation in the Ancient Martial World.
Yet Ying Zijin and Fu Yunshen together had managed to contend with Xie Huanran for a full four hours.
"It’s not your fault; it was my own issue." Ying Zijin came back to her senses, sighed softly after a moment of silence, "Actually, I never thought I would return."
Feng Xiu frowned: "Did Master encounter some danger? How did your cultivation disappear?"
In the past, not to mention Xie Huanran, even if it were him, Ying Zijin could defeat him with just a single finger.
"It’s a long story." Ying Zijin was slightly dazed, then chuckled lightly, "Ancient martial cultivation is just external; as long as those I protect are still alive, that’s enough."
Everything else can be let go.
"Master’s mental state is beyond our reach." Feng Xiu was filled with solemn respect, "Years ago, Master left in a hurry, so I never saw your true appearance. Now..."
His mouth twitched a bit.
If not for that move, the Cloud Transforming Palm, he wouldn’t have believed his master was just a young girl.
Hundreds of years ago, Ying Zijin taught him ancient martial arts secret techniques, always wearing a black robe, making it impossible to even determine gender.
"Yes, this is my true appearance and gender." Ying Zijin slightly nodded, "You also have a junior apprentice sister. I’ll introduce you to her soon."
The master and disciple exchanged words plainly, but in Xie Huanran’s ears, it was like one thunderclap after another.
Explosions reverberated continuously, leaving his mind blank and buzzing.
What did he hear?
Master?
Feng Xiu actually called Ying Zijin "Master"?!
"Ah——!!!" Xie Huanran’s eyes widened until they almost split. Suddenly, he broke down and screamed hoarsely, "I don’t believe it! I don’t believe it!"
"Killing you would be too easy." Feng Xiu’s eyes turned icy, "On your hands are the lives of at least ten thousand people!"
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