Faced with A Shui's mockery, Daoist Jie turned red with anger. He glared, wanting to retort with sharper words, but the severed arm cut off by A Shui's sword lay right in front of him, rendering any words he might say powerless.

He glanced at the girl who was about to reach the room's door behind A Shui, his expression filled with intense reluctance. They had traveled thousands of miles, weary and dusty, chasing from the Chen Kingdom to the Qi Kingdom. Crossing the desert, they narrowly escaped death due to a sudden quicksand trap. Now, having finally found their target, the thought of giving up was something he couldn't accept!

Daoist Jie fixed his gaze on A Shui, slowly getting up, bending over to both guard against A Shui and pick up his arm, waiting for his companions to arrive.

A Shui also sensed something was amiss. Without wasting words, she was about to act when two people entered through the door.