The Eve of the Storm (2)

"You're really angry. It seems that this trip didn't go well?"

Qiu Wanren had been watching this place all these years, so he knew it the moment Han Fei and Ximen Linglan appeared.

Han Fei smiled and said, "Nothing goes smoothly in this world. Elder Qiu, do you know the drawbacks of the Dao of pure soul?"

Qiu Wanren raised his eyebrows. "Are you going to attack the Eternal Race?"

Han Fei nodded. "This is the last solution. I need luck, the Demon Purification Pot's vine, and I don't want the Eternal Race to threaten us. Therefore, I have to fight and win this battle."

Qiu Wanren's expression immediately became solemn. After thinking for a moment, he said, "The Dao of pure soul is too extreme. The higher you cultivate, the more ruthless you become. Having no body is their strength, but also their weakness."