Saint General of the Sacred Central Crypt

Zhang Ruochen put away the threads of Holy Qi and frowned. He looked at the stone beauty whose body was cold, feeling confused.

"There is no Holy Qi in her body. Even her Qi ocean and meridians are gone. Now she is no more than an ordinary person. Maybe she's not Ling Feiyu, just someone looks like her?"

A monk, especially a monk at the saint level, would have left traces of meridians or the Qi ocean, even if all of their meridians were cut down and Qi ocean broken into pieces.

Unless she didn't have any Qi ocean and meridians at first.

Zhang Ruochen looked at the stone beauty again, and shook his head immediately to deny the last thought.

Although the stone beauty was so weak that he couldn't find the strength of her body, her skin was crystal-clear like fairy jade, giving out a fresh aroma. Apparently she had been fed with the Holy Qi for a long time, and was not some ordinary person.