The Sword-Washing Stream became a silvery whip.
It flew out from the peaks of Green Mountain.
It passed through the wind and snow.
It dispersed the starlight.
It broken through the Empty Realm.
And it arrived in the sky above the Muddy River many hundred miles away.
The stream as a whip was very nimble and hard to defend against. It was also without shape or mind.
Even though Bai Ren was a fairy lady, it was still impossible for her to dodge the incoming whip.
The silvery whip wrapped around her ankle three times upon hitting it and tied a dead knot. She was dragged back to the peaks of Green Mountain.
The Fairy Lady looked a bit unkempt at the moment; her skirt was slightly tattered, and the golden light drifted away.
Staring into Jing Jiu's eyes, she yelled sternly, "What the heck is this thing?"