She was by no means selfless, regretting at this moment that she gave the chance to escape to Bian Qiaoqiao. Thinking of the future, Bian Qiaoqiao might break free and ascend, returning to Daoxuan Mountain as an esteemed disciple. But her own fate was fraught with hardships, uncertain of where to go, and at the mercy of others' whims.
Tears flowed uncontrollably, an overwhelming sense of sorrow and melancholy.
Bian Qiaoqiao fled eastward. She soon reached a long, narrow path. She steeled herself, indifferent to everything else, and continued her escape east.
Her speed was incredibly fast, her heart full of tension, sweat pouring from her palms and soles. The mechanisms of the ship's path were complex; escaping by heading east alone was nearly impossible. Nangong Liuli's powers were hampered, the technique "Hundred Twists of Soft Intestines" truly held three layers of Palm Force.
