He Pingsheng walked out of the reception hall, but did not dare go far. He watched from a nearby cliff at a distance.
The Black-Clad Woman followed him over.
He Pingsheng looked the woman at the eighth level of the Golden Immortal Stage up and down and asked, "What's your name?"
The woman said, "In reply to Senior, this servant is named Hong Yu..."
He Pingsheng said, "You're Ming Riyue's servant, not mine. You don't need to call yourself that!"
"Sit down!"
"Let's wait and see!"
As it happened, there was a pine tree not far away.
Beneath the pine tree were stone stools and a stone table.
The two sat facing each other.
Yet both looked toward the hall without prior agreement.
Hong Yu's worry was plain on her face.
After about an incense stick's worth of time, the enormous black temple abruptly turned to dust!
An energy that reached through heaven and earth became ripples visible to the naked eye, bursting through the void and sweeping out into the surroundings.
"Damn it..." Hong Yu sprang to her feet and was about to summon a demonic weapon to fight.
Yet the next moment, the waves of residual energy came blowing over without end!
Had He Pingsheng not reached out and caught her arm at the critical moment, Hong Yu would already have been blown away.
"Open..."
He Pingsheng shouted, and the black stone disc expanded to a hundred zhang across, standing before him and completely blocking the energy fluctuations on this side!
Only then did He Pingsheng let go.
"Thank you!" Hong Yu looked at He Pingsheng with gratitude, while inwardly she was utterly shaken.
She had never expected that, at a critical moment, her dignified cultivation at the eighth level of the Golden Immortal Stage would actually prove