Ye Qingyu stood dumbfounded, her words stumbling as she watched Meng Fan descend from the sky on his sword. As a disciple of the Shushan Sword Sect, she knew all too well how difficult sword flight was. Some disciples in the Core Condensation realm couldn't even manage it! Yet Meng Fan, a boy only at the Second Layer of Tianyuan, was doing it with ease? It was beyond comprehension. The sight felt like a thunderbolt exploding in her mind, leaving her completely stunned—it was as if she had been struck by lightning.
"Senior Brother Meng, have you been hiding your cultivation level? Are you a Core Condensation realm expert?" Ye Qingyu asked, her voice dazed and confused. Honestly, she was a bit delirious by now. In her panicked state, she could only assume Meng Fan was a Core Condensation practitioner; it was the only explanation her mind could grasp.
"My cultivation level isn't the point. The point is, how did you end up in such a sorry state?" Meng Fan frowned. He felt a pang of pity seeing Ye Qingyu covered in blood, especially the wound on her abdomen, which was still bubbling with gore. He placed his hand over the wound. He didn't mind the blood as he began to channel his True Qi to seal it and stop the bleeding. It was the best he could do.
Chapter 72