"We need to leave this place immediately." Monk Tan Qian looked toward the canyon, his expression somewhat worried.
The battle on the other side of the canyon was nearly over. The Yan Clan and the Lei Clan likely would not have many people escape.
Once those Ghost Slaves finished dealing with them, they would certainly come after Ning Xiaochuan and the others.
Ning Xiaochuan knew full well how troublesome Ghost Slaves were. Being targeted by them was absolutely no good thing! They set off again, hurrying toward the central region of the Black Mist Ghost Wasteland.
Yan Shuiyi and Yan Mingzhu were likewise rushing toward the central region of the Black Mist Ghost Wasteland, like two slender ghostly silhouettes, moving at astonishing speed.
Suddenly, Yan Mingzhu stopped.
Yan Shuiyi stopped as well and said, "Do you feel that your dignity has been trampled beneath their feet?"
"Aunt! The hatred in my heart is unbearable."
Yan Mingzhu's gaze was incomparably cold. Her five fingers clenched tightly, and the chill radiating from her body froze the ground within dozens of meters into solid ice.
Yan Shuiyi said, "It is good that you know hatred. To know shame and then become brave is also a driving force in martial cultivation. Whoever took your dignity from you, reclaim it from their hands. Situ Jing did it. If you can do the same, then you will become the final winner."
Yan Mingzhu said, "More hateful than Situ Jing is Ning Xiaochuan. The dignity I lost at his hands, I will definitely make him return it."
"Though I know I cannot change your resolve, I still have to remind you: it is best not to provoke Ning Xiaochuan again. There must be some great figure supporting that boy from behind."
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