Chapter 42 — Desperate Straits
The Sword Questions the Heavens · Page 7 of 7
Here in this death trap, Zhang Qingyue's hostility toward her seemed to have faded as well. In the world outside he would of course have stood implacably opposed to this demon sect witch, but in this time and place, with the two of them about to die here together, who had leisure for the quarrels of sects?
Zhang Qingyue sat down in silence, staring blankly at his surroundings, and at last looked up at the rock face above the dripping water. He thought to himself: To think that on my first descent from the mountain I should meet with so many setbacks, and now be in a place of death besides. If Master knew, he would surely curse this unworthy disciple roundly again! And if Sister Ling'er knew, who knows what she would...
Bili watched him from the side and saw his expression suddenly turn somewhat strange. She could not help saying, "What are you thinking about?"
Zhang Qingyue started awake, and his face reddened; but how could he bring himself to tell the truth? His eyes darted about, and he casually steered the subject away: "There are nothing but strange things in this Vale of Death Spirits. Look, there are a few patches of red on the rock face of this cave roof, and where the water runs over them it is dyed the color of blood..."
Bili suddenly sprang to her feet, eyes wide, her expression tense, and said urgently, "What did you say?"
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