Many core disciples looked at the Little Skulls circling around them, each of them rendered rather speechless.
Even a curse that the Ninth Palace Lord could not resist was dealt with so effortlessly by them?
After thinking it over, perhaps it was only natural.
These people's strength could no longer be measured by cultivation. Besides, they all stood at a higher position, and the scenery they looked out upon was naturally worlds apart from that of ordinary martial artists...
Xi Youqin, standing to the side, looked at Ning Yu Die in Luo Zheng's arms, and was quite unhappy.
Helping Luo Zheng was a choice Xi Youqin was bound to make, but no matter how she looked at this scene, it made her feel unbearably stifled.
Only after hugging her for a long while did Luo Zheng slowly set Ning Yu Die down.
After seven years apart, the two had too much to say, yet for a moment they could not find a starting point.
In the end, Ning Yu Die spoke first. "You... met Nian Er?"
Luo Zheng nodded.
"Is he doing well?" Ning Yu Die had ascended not long ago, but what she could not let go of most was Luo Nian.
"Yes. We can return to Cloud Hall," Luo Zheng said with a smile. After Ning Yu Die returned, he would bring all the important people around him into the immortal mansion. The universe was now in turmoil, but that immortal mansion was almost absolutely safe.
"But these Little Skulls..." Ning Yu Die pointed at them.
Those Little Skulls continued circling slowly, as if a sea of skulls were ceaselessly revolving above everyone's heads.
"Leave them to Brother Tianming," Luo Zheng said with a smile.
Hua Tianming nodded slightly. As his fingers turned, a peculiar sound suddenly came