Chapter 69

Huajian State, Qinghua City.

One hundred miles outside the city, in an old forest of withered trees.

A flash of lightning lit up the dense forest, drawing the attention of a woodcutter on the other side of the mountain.

Then it dimmed again. Under the lightning, Wang Hao was already on the verge of death. In front of him stood a rough-looking, muscular woman with calloused hands, clearly a body refining cultivator.

Body refiners are rarely slim. They are invariably muscular and scarred.

If a body refiner is slim, then they must be at the Mahayana stage, having returned to the truth.

"You and I have no grievances, why do you want to take my life?"

The woman adjusted her dislocated arm, her breath weak and showing signs of great physical exertion.