'No, I'll never give up.'
'So what if my flesh is torn and my blood runs dry? I will press on.'
'I have to help my Young Master survive.'
Facing the Sword Mountain, Liang Yiyi neither gave up nor felt any fear.
Only an unwavering conviction supported her frail body as she took one step after another up the mountain.
She took the first step.
SQUELCH!
With her cultivation sealed, the sharp blades instantly sliced open the soles of her feet.
Pain. It was an agony that pierced her to the core.
The sea of fire was nothing. That had only been mental anguish.
This, this was true physical agony.
With just that first step, her soles were already shredded by the dense blades, and blood began to pour from the countless fine cuts.
In an instant, blood stained the blades so red they were almost invisible.
Liang Yiyi stood on the blades with one foot, enduring the pain.
She didn't frown or cry out. She was only silent.
Gritting her teeth.
