The notion that she could have actually fallen for a mere ant left Mi Li feeling utterly frenzied.

Taking advantage of her moment of self-doubt, Zu An drove the Primordial Origin Sutra in order to heal his wounds. His body was indeed much more resilient, now that it had been tempered by the primordial ki. 

In the past, the sword ki within such a powerful blow would have burst open his chest right away, and whatever organs in his chest would have been reduced to mincemeat.

Now, though, there was only a deep, gaping wound in his chest. It was undoubtedly still a fatal wound, but it was still healing at a visible rate.

It hadn’t been easy for him to pull the sword out of his chest. The sound of the sword scraping against his ribcage was enough to cause him to wonder idly about how frightened he would be if such a thing had happened to him in his previous life.

At the same time, he wondered if Chu Chuyan’s sword might have been infected with tetanus—that would be utterly horrible. However, considering his current constitution, he reckoned that it would be hard for such a disease to cripple him significantly.

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