Suddenly, a powerful force pushed everyone to the rear of the New Dark Night Base.
Still refusing to give up, they desperately called out to Taoist Feng Qing.
Taoist Feng Qing waved a hand with easy grace. Amid his hearty, uninhibited laughter, he vanished along with the enormous base.
No one could even get back inside.
The scene of her first meeting with Taoist Feng Qing seemed to rise before Bai Yaoyao's eyes.
He had worn a Purple Taoist Robe. Though his hair and beard were already gray, he was vigorous and alert, his ruddy face radiant...
Nothing described him better than the bearing of an immortal sage.
At some point, Taoist Feng Qing had changed too. His magnificent purple robes had given way to a short gray tunic, and his complexion had grown dull...
Only the way he raised his gourd to drink remained exactly as it had been.
Suddenly, Bai Yaoyao bitterly regretted not filling Taoist Feng Qing's Wine Gourd the day before...
Then the scene before everyone's eyes changed. The zombies covering the land seemed to pour gradually into a void.
That entire space had been sealed off. Those at the rear could see nothing.
"Come on. Go back and rest. Don't let your master and martial uncle sacrifice themselves for nothing."
Long Zhan, whom they had been unable to find earlier, now appeared.
They desperately wanted to ask him something, but... when they saw their master's tear-streaked face and clenched fists, they knew his grief far exceeded their own.
And so... every word became silent comfort.
"Is there really no way to bring Taoist Feng Qing out? What about our spatial abilities, or Spatial Conversion?" Unable to hold back any longer, Bai Yaoyao asked.
A flicker of hope suddenly rekindled in Zhi Yi and his senior