Piaomiao quietly grasped the dagger that would have slit Sisi’s throat, tossed it in her hand, and slid it back into its sheath at Sisi’s waist, saying nothing.0

The Sword Emperor sensed Piaomiao’s power at work. His face turned grim.0

With her guarding the mountains and rivers, he could no longer wreak havoc outside while contending with the formation. He was pinned. Ordinarily, Piaomiao’s duty was to safeguard the realm without interfering in battles of destiny. She favored neither good nor evil, siding only with the victor. But now, Piaomiao was clearly taking Zhao Changhe’s side—protecting his women, no less. And she was a demon god capable of going toe-to-toe with the Sword Emperor all by herself. Had this battle already been lost from the start?0

The Sword Emperor was not the Heavenly Dao. He was merely a nail driven in by its will. What puzzled him now was why the Heavenly Dao had yet to seize control of Piaomiao. If it could dominate Han Wubing in the Spirit Tribe’s secret realm, why not her?0

Unless… Piaomiao...0