Within the Demon Abyss, Li Jie's round face gleamed with enthusiasm as he described his attacker. 0

His expression became enraptured as he recalled the young woman's stunning appearance, alluring figure, and graceful movements. It was as though he had forgotten how disheveled and terrified he had been moments earlier.0

"She was truly a captivating woman," he said admiringly.0

Casually tossing aside his now-empty juice bottle, he descended gracefully from atop the Qilin Bell like a great roc spreading its wings before vanishing the bell into his spatial ring with a backward swipe of his hand.0

"I feel safe now that you're here," he added cheerfully.0

Despite the years since they had last met, Li Jie was utterly at ease around Pang Jian. He walked over to Pang Jian with a bright smile and glanced at the Abyssal Demon Sword slung across Pang Jian's back. 0

"This sword without a scabbard—is it the Abyssal Demon Sword that was once sealed on the first floor of the Sword Pavilion?0

"Wait, wasn't it supposed to be a broken sword? I remember my sister mentioning that it intrigued her but ultimately dismissed it because it was incomplete,"...0