After successfully killing Ming Jianxi's physical body, Fang Shu did not immediately enter the doorway and ascend. Instead, he rubbed the token in his hand and carefully inspected every corner of the secret chamber.
At the same time.
Outside the venue.
White Dust True Immortal had originally been sitting cross-legged in his seat, eyes slightly closed, motionless for most of the day.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes and looked upward. A snowflake drifted out from the secret realm entrance above the venue and fell, neither fast nor slow, before his feet.
White Dust True Immortal examined the snowflake, his expression first turning startled. "She came out so quickly?"
Then his brow furrowed deeply.
This snowflake imprint was one he had placed upon his three direct disciples.
Now that only the snowflake imprint had emerged, it meant that the direct disciple attached to it had lost their physical body, with only their soul having luckily escaped. When White Dust True Immortal sent his divine sense into the snowflake imprint, his expression became even more unpredictable.
A twisted, despairing little face emerged from the snowflake imprint. It was Ming Jianxi's face.
The moment she saw White Dust True Immortal, she wailed miserably, "Master! Your disciple died so horribly! Hu Muhuang killed me!"
Her loud sobbing exploded from the Vast Sea Immortal Prefecture seats, drawing glances from those around them.
White Dust True Immortal's face tightened. He secretly cast a spell and immediately sealed off the surrounding sounds, lest they lose face.
He stared coldly at Ming Jianxi's soul and said, "What exactly happened inside? Speak quickly."
Yet Ming Jianxi was still howling, repeatedly crying, "Master, avenge me! My physical body is gone—how am I supposed to cultivate from now on..." White Dust True Immortal's expression grew impatient. He simply snorted coldly and