"Hmph, what is Zhu Tuyuan, that old fogey, doing? A few of his elders were slaughtered, yet he is still not here."
Qian Daoliu hovered in mid-air, his blood-red pupils were suffused with a strange light, a strange smile was on his lips.
His spiritual sense did not detect the presence of Zhu Tuyuan in the vicinity.
Buzzzzzz!
Moments later, Qian Daoliu's body suddenly turned into countless strands of blood qi. In an instant, he appeared above the Qingyuan sect master's hall.
As the blood wriggled together, it transformed into Qian Daoliu's body once again.
"Oh? That old man has finally arrived!"
Qian Daoliu indifferently looked into the distance.
As soon as he finished speaking, a spatial crack appeared not too far away, from which Zhu Tuyuan emerged.
"Old man, you're still as slow as ever!"
Hearing this, Zhu Tuyuan frowned, but did not reply.
Buzzzzzz!