Swoosh!
Yun Lintian moved instantly. He knelt beside Tie Muqiu, pressing two fingers to her wrist. His divine sense swept through her body—
—and his expression darkened.
She had exhausted not just her energy, but her very life force in forging this weapon.
"Foolish girl," he murmured, though his voice carried no malice.
Emerald light erupted from his fingertips as he channeled the God of Life's authority. The grass around them burst into vibrant bloom as Tie Muqiu's pallid skin regained color. Her breathing steadied, her eyelids fluttering open.
"...You're late," she croaked, her voice hoarse.
Yun Lintian snorted. "And you nearly killed yourself."
Tie Muqiu struggled to sit up, her gaze immediately darting to the sword. "It's done."
Yun Lintian followed her line of sight. The God Slaying Sword hummed softly, as if acknowledging its creator.
"You poured your soul into it," Yun Lintian observed.
