The Supreme Immortal Gate's sect master had started to say, "You..." but couldn't get another word out. Feng Xu, standing nearby, saw Ning Wangshu's true face and cried out in shock, "N-Ning Xian Zun!? You're that Ning Xian Zun!!"
But as soon as he said it, he suddenly realized that the "Ning Xian Zun" before him was the very person who had killed his elder brother. Feng Xu was immediately stunned.
He looked utterly lost, his gaze turning vacant and dazed.
He murmured in a daze, "Ning Xian Zun, Ning Xian Zun... The person who killed my elder brother was Ning Xian Zun!"
At that moment, he understood that asking his master to kill Ning Wangshu and avenge his elder brother was utterly impossible. Yet he couldn't accept it.
Had his elder brother really died for nothing?
But what could he do about it, even if he couldn't accept it?
The man before him was Ning Xian Zun, an earthbound true immortal! No matter how powerful his master was, he couldn't possibly stand against Ning Xian Zun.
Besides, his master was so terrified that he couldn't even speak.
Feng Xu's heart filled with bitterness.
The Supreme Immortal Gate's sect master felt even more bitter and regretful than Feng Xu. He had never imagined things would turn out so disastrously—that he would walk right into Ning Wangshu's hands of his own accord.
Had he known, he would never have come with Feng Xu to rescue Feng Yuan.
Now he finally understood why Ning Wangshu had immediately recognized who he was and hadn't taken him seriously at all.
But regret was pointless now.
He looked at Ning Wangshu, his throat bobbing as he swallowed again and again. His voice was strained as he stammered, "N-Ning Xian Zun, it's really you!"
It wasn't