Chapter 1127: Qiankun Bag

The wind howled, like gods and ghosts wailing.

Wang Xi tightened her dress, feeling very uncomfortable.

The battered war chariot looked as if it had been struck by a meteor, with a large dent, and many cracks appeared in various places.

Shi Hao supported Wang Xi, helping her into the chariot.

"Was it hit by rotten eggs? Even a Fairy gets pelted," Shi Hao teased.

Wang Xi glared at him. This person had no sympathy; to joke at a time like this, how hard must those eggs have been to damage the war chariot like this?

Clang!

A metallic clang sounded as Wang Xi swiftly used three strands of Immortal Qi to drive the Vajra Carving, sealing it back upon Shi Hao's head, the sheen brilliant.

"It's important to be genuine!" Shi Hao said, holding one of her arms, staring into her beautiful eyes.

Wang Xi remained silent, her eyes vibrant with a glow flowing within, due to her severe injuries, distrustful, thus applying the Vajra Carving again.