After returning to the Mystic Weight Sect, Jiang Ping'an reflected on himself.
"Going to Black Yin Mountain to capture a Ghost King, I committed the error of reckless adventurism. To save Spirit Stones, I actually put myself in danger, putting the cart before the horse. I truly shouldn't have done that."
"The Nine Nether Ghost King Soul Devouring Array already has four True Sword Spirits and one Ghost King. Its power is completely sufficient, enough to kill a Golden Core True Lord. There was truly no need to rush to improve the Nine Nether Ghost King Soul Devouring Array again."
"Alas, I hope Xiao Duanyu, Zhuo Bufan, and the other True Sword Spirits and Ghost King are all right."
At the time, Mo Ruyan had captured him, and he had not had time to retrieve the five True Sword Spirits and the Ghost King. Fortunately, he could still sense an extremely faint connection. They had not been killed for the time being.
As long as Mo Ruyan did not act, True Sword Spirits like Xiao Duanyu and Zhuo Bufan, along with the Ghost King, basically would not die in Black Yin Mountain. He still had a chance to retrieve them.
However, he did not dare go to Black Yin Mountain again now.
Time flew by, and before he knew it, more than two months had passed.
Late one night, Jiang Ping'an was deeply exchanging the shallow for the profound with Dongfang Jintang when he suddenly sensed an immensely powerful Spiritual Sense sweep over him and lock onto him.
Jiang Ping'an was greatly alarmed and hurriedly climbed off Dongfang Jintang.
He found this extremely powerful Spiritual Sense somewhat familiar. It belonged to that Yin God, Mo Ruyan!
Dongfang Jintang also sat up and quickly put on her clothes. Uneasily, she asked,