Under the Spring Wind Transforming Rain Technique, everyone recovered rapidly.
Chu Kuangren stood in midair. Having finished casting the technique, he was about to land when he suddenly sensed something and looked toward the distant Ancient Battlefield.
His gaze pierced through layer upon layer of clouds and found a white-robed figure standing atop a dune in the Ancient Battlefield.
The white-robed figure held a spear, a fierce-looking armored mask covering his face. His dark, fathomless eyes were fixed on Chu Kuangren.
"The White-Robed General?"
Chu Kuangren's brows furrowed slightly. Why had he seen this person again?
Then he saw the White-Robed General plant his spear in the ground and bow in his direction, seemingly thanking Chu Kuangren, yet also seeming to bid farewell to the million Baleful Spirits.
Chu Kuangren froze. What was this about now?
Just as he was about to follow and ask for clarification, the White-Robed General lifted his spear and vanished in a flash into the swirling wind and sand.
"Could this fellow be connected to those million Baleful Spirits? Could he be from the An Kingdom?" Chu Kuangren pondered.
This Million Baleful Spirits Army had been transformed from the An Kingdom's army. Could the White-Robed General also have been one of the An Kingdom's generals?
Otherwise, why would he express his thanks after Chu Kuangren delivered those million Baleful Spirits?
The more Chu Kuangren thought about it, the more plausible it seemed.
But there might have been other secrets involved that he knew nothing about. He did not dwell on it, withdrawing his Spiritual Power and returning to the ground.
The Heavenly Feather Sect Master, Wu Ye, Leng Changkong, and the others approached.
"The Heavenly Feather Sect Master pays his respects to the Sect Leader!"
"Wu Ye pays his respects to Fellow Daoist Chu."
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