Pei Yuhang patiently extracted the residual Sword Qi from Jiu's body. Seeing fine beads of sweat break out on her forehead, he made the movements of his slender fingers on her abdomen even gentler, trying his best to lessen her pain.
Gradually, a rotating, semi-translucent sphere condensed in the palm of the hand Pei Yuhang had placed on Jiu's flat abdomen.
The sphere's surface glowed with a faint halo, but inside were densely packed silver threads swimming like a school of sardines—that was the Sword Qi extracted from Jiu's body.
Jiu held her breath, staring intently at the sphere.
She saw the silver threads wrapping around each other layer by layer. In the center of their encirclement, a small, pitch-black vortex was spinning and struggling madly, but it was firmly imprisoned by the Sword Qi, unable to break free.
"This is—"
Upon seeing the bizarre Vortex Spiritual Qi, Jiu's amber eyes constricted, and her face grew a few shades paler.
