As his words fell, before Su Zixuan could respond, Qing Chen's figure blurred once more.
Whoosh!
A streak of five-colored escape light shot into the sky, tearing through the air with a shrill sonic boom as it hurtled toward Tianshui Island!
Gales swept across the mountaintop, sending sand and stones flying.
Su Zixuan stood stunned for a moment, then abruptly recovered and shouted urgently, "Quick! Send word to the Tianshui Island front-the Sect Leader is coming in person!"
Watching the streak of escape light rapidly shrink on the horizon, Su Zixuan suddenly felt an emptiness in her heart, followed by a trace of indescribable melancholy.
I really wish... I could always stay by My Lord's side.
Unfortunately, I'm still far too useless.
Five hundred years from now, My Lord will surely still look down upon the world with this same magnificent bearing, while I will probably have long since become a handful of yellow earth, my soul returned to the netherworld.
She was not afraid of death.
From the trembling little maid on Yellow Bamboo Island to the chief steward now overseeing the Demon Lotus Sect's internal affairs, she had witnessed far too much life and death.
Yet ultimately, she still felt some unwillingness to accept it.
This talent of mine is still far too inadequate.
Meanwhile, at the very same time that the Gouwu Sea was swept by turmoil over Blood River Old Devil's Nascent Soul Ceremony, Penglai True Lord's fall, and the Cangming Army's rise-
Tens of millions of li away, deep in the Southern Borderlands, somewhere in the heart of the Million Mountains.
Grayish-purple poison miasma shrouded the sky here year-round, leaving the sunlight wan.
The branches and leaves of towering ancient trees twisted into bizarre shapes, and stark white skeletons hung from the vines.
At