"Yino, don't move around. My sword intent can help heal your foundation..."
Behind the curtains of the Jianlan Sect's guest room, Yino sat cross-legged on the bed while the graceful woman in the black dress sat facing him, palms extended, channeling the Primordial Sword intent.
Ever since Lin Yuchen left, Zhihan had been badly shaken by Yino's sudden coughing of blood.
She knew she was a failure as a Sect master. She possessed Tribulation Crossing stage cultivation, yet stood completely powerless while Lin Yuchen bullied and threatened her.
Yino had stood up to Lin Yuchen on her behalf, and not only had Zhihan been useless the entire time, she hadn't even noticed he'd been injured internally by that crushing pressure...
She was drowning in self-blame. She felt so stupid, so utterly incompetent at everything except sword cultivation, and in the end she'd needed protection from a boy who was only at the Nascent Soul stage.
Bzzzz!
