The Outer Sect.
In a small courtyard.
A formation lit up in the courtyard.
Then a figure appeared and crashed heavily to the ground, blood spraying out.
His arm was almost broken off, and there was a large hole in his chest.
Lying on the ground, his life force was weak.
He seemed liable to die at any moment.
But his faint aura was extremely stable, showing no signs of worsening.
Mr. Bai kept his eyes open, his brows furrowed.
A look of pain crossed his face.
"How ruthless. I nearly failed to escape." Mr. Bai could barely move.
But traces of energy circulated through him, rapidly stabilizing his injuries.
His bleeding also eased at a rate visible to the naked eye, until it finally stopped.
Only after a long time did he slowly sit up.
"It seems it really wasn't them."
Mr. Bai coughed twice and thought to himself, If they couldn't kill me even under those circumstances, that proves someone else killed me. Who would attack me?
"I wonder when he'll come.
"But killing Meng Qiewei needs to go on the agenda too."
The most important thing he had come out to do was kill Meng Qiewei and send her back.
Then he could return with peace of mind too.
Otherwise, it would be far too much of a pity.
Once she died, coming out again would be as difficult as ascending to heaven.
Impotent rage was what he most enjoyed seeing in her.
"An up-and-coming talent who hasn't spent long in the Primordial Spirit realm-what do you have to fight me with?"
Afterward, Mr. Bai changed into another set of clothes and went out again.
He looked toward the Inner Sect with some regret.
If they had come after him just now, he could have drawn people