Being Chased Down in the Western Ring

On Shan Tai's broken ship there was a dozen something cultivators in Earth Cultivation Realm. Their faces were stark pale as they looked with a dumbfounded expressions on their faces. They had just witnessed Shan Tai's death. That unusual manner of death and Su Ming, who had his eyes closed at the moment, became the most terrifying existences in their eyes.

They did not dare move, let alone attempt to escape. Fate had turned her back on them, and they could no longer control their own fates.

After a long while, Su Ming opened his eyes, and a brilliant light shone briefly within them.

"I also obtained this person's memories… Shan Tai."

Su Ming remained in pensive silence for a moment before he lifted his right hand and seized the air. Immediately, a storage bag flew out from the area beneath him. Once he held it, he swept his other hand across it and brought out a blood red pearl which he held between two of his fingers.