Su Zhixi staggered backward several steps before finally stopping once she had left the muddy cloud's range.
She looked up at the cloud of mud, a tremor of relief after surviving a disaster appearing on her face.
"Can you put that filth away?"
Su Zhixi's voice no longer carried its earlier chill. Instead, it held an almost pleading note.
Song Wen did not continue provoking her.
The mud before him was not only disgusting Su Zhixi—it was disgusting him as well.
Although he had sealed off his mouth and nose the instant the mud appeared, he still felt as if a foul stench lingered beneath his nostrils.
Song Wen raised a hand and swept the mud into his storage ring.
Then, he summoned a gust of fresh wind and sent the lingering stench beyond the concealment formation.
The surrounding air finally became fresh again.
Su Zhixi slowly exhaled a breath of stale air and looked at Song Wen with a complicated expression.
"Jiang Yushan, you said earlier that as long as this immortal maiden... as long as I inscribe the Primordial Essence-Devouring Formation for you, you would let me leave. Is that true?"
"Of course. I am not the sort who thirsts for slaughter. Besides, killing you would do me no good. It is only that..."
Song Wen paused slightly before continuing.
"Breaking through the Mahayana bottleneck will likely not be so easy. Over the coming decades, I fear I will have to trouble you, Immortal Maiden, to remain by my side at all times."
Su Zhixi said, "Actually... there is a way to solve the problem of the Primordial Essence-Devouring Formation being impossible to move."
Song Wen raised a brow.
"Why do you say that, Immortal Maiden?"
Su Zhixi said, "Although the Primordial Essence-Devouring Formation cannot use formation flags