The mist dispersed, and starlight once again shrouded the devastated mountain wilderness.
Restricted by the Demon-Sealing Divine Spell, Nangong Ye dared not use lightning techniques rashly, so he had brought the isolated Momo over. Now he landed in the woodland thick with poisonous vines, the Sword Case on his back. His dramatically curving figure, paired with his black-and-white Daoist robe, made him and Qingmo, dressed as a chivalrous woman, look like mother and daughter...
Bu Yuehua, meanwhile, wore a black cloak and held the Soul-Seizing Lock, locked in a tug-of-war with Bu Qingya opposite her. Their Gu Poison Sect outfits were much alike, and they did bear some resemblance as father and daughter.
Despite their many years apart, Bu Yuehua still remembered her birth father vividly. Seeing that his appearance had scarcely changed filled her with relief. Though her father's safety was still at the mercy of the demonic cultivator, her body had been circulating an incomprehensible technique on its own. The Grandmaster within her was probably trying to unravel the restraining spell, so she did not beat the grass and startle the snake, merely staring coldly at the white-haired figure nearby.
The white-haired man wore a mask and a full suit of armor. His appearance suggested a warrior long accustomed to slaughter, but judging by his voice, he was not particularly old. Even surrounded by them, he did not panic. He raised a hand and removed his faceplate, revealing a rather rugged face:
"Bai Xu, guardian of the Nether God Sect. I have long heard of your great reputation, Young Master Xie. Meeting you today, I see you truly are extraordinary. A pleasure."
Xie Jinhuan did not care who this man was. All he wanted was to send him to meet the Blood God once Ghost Wife unraveled the