Li Qingyue wasn't worried about Qin Ming's safety because she had already severely injured her fellow sect member and former close friend, who was now in competition with her.
Wang Caiwei was gravely injured, her Black Gold Armor shattered and barely holding together, her complexion pale as paper. She, who usually loved to smile, was in an extremely dire state, her expression tinged with sorrow.
The Protective Gold Clothes from the Outer World, designed specifically to protect disciples, were worn beneath her outer layer. They had become completely lackluster, once pierced and long since stained red with blood.
In the past, she moved with a graceful poise, but today she hurried over wearing her damaged Black Gold Armor. Although her feet gleamed, her speed was high, something was clearly amiss, especially as she neared and began to stagger.
