"Haah..." XiuYing sighed, feeling deeply overwhelmed by exhaustion.
Her current body struggled to keep pace with her status as the Empress of the Jade Dominion.
Her gaze drifted toward the battlefield, where the corpses of cultivators littered the inner pavilion, victims of the attacks from the scattered sword Qi telekinesis.
The metallic stench filled the air, a grim reminder of the chaos that had ensued.
After the passage of time and the suffocating layer of smoke that had recently settled, her breathing quickened, a clear sign of her body's frailty—an adult reduced to the state of a newborn.
"Here..."
Suddenly, a voice broke through the haze of her thoughts, drawing her attention.
As she turned her gaze, the atmosphere around her shifted, the metallic scent sharpening, while the sound of crumbling rocks echoed ominously.
Her focus landed on a man who regarded her with a calm yet intense expression.