With No Tigers on Gui-Zhe Holy Mountain, Master Shou Used an Osmanthus-Breaking Halberd to Dig Soil

"Brothers, time's up. I really have to leave the Holy Mountain."

Outside Gui-Zhe Holy Mountain, Feng Zhongzui had been thoroughly shaken by Bei Bei's ghost face.

The nickname "Love Dog," coming from the mouths of the Holy Mountain faction, felt utterly absurd no matter how many times he heard it.

Silently, he shifted the mirror to the side and captured some other shots, not daring to let Bei Bei feel embarrassed.

Even though, after barking like a dog and coming back to her senses, Bei Bei had already flushed crimson with shame, wishing she could ram her head straight into the mirror and die.

Why was the Northern Sword Immortal acting like this again? And why had she spouted such wild nonsense just now?

Everything had long been fated in the unseen. It was all because she had come into contact with Master Shou and Five Declines of Heaven and Man.

Those two scourges—one could directly control people.

As for the other, so long as someone had not died, it was said that remnants of the Decaying Power and the Bloodworld Pearl's power would linger, guiding them from afar toward death.

Earlier, Feng Zhongzui had carried the mirror and preached with a heart full of passion, feeling that filming a Sword Immortal battle was truly novel and fun.

Now that the novelty had worn off, he began contemplating philosophical questions of life and death.

"Feng Zhongzui, is it? Come here."

Before he could bid the Northern Sword Immortal farewell and leave, Master Shou beckoned from not far away. Feng Zhongzui's raised foot froze in midair.

A bad premonition flashed through his heart. Turning his head, he hurriedly spoke first, "Master Shou, what comes next should not be a Sword Immortal battle, and it involves too many matters. We of the