Jue Wuying

Cangyun Mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, there was a short and simple straw hut. A special smell came from within, like medicinal herbs mixed with the smell of blood.

"Ziyi, leave now. Don't bother about me."

In the room, an old man leaned against the head of the bed with a pale expression. He said weakly, "I feel uneasy. I can already smell the scent of danger."

The old man was severely injured and his blood qi was depleted—his combat strength was completely gone.

However, he had cultivated for many years and felt an inexplicable sense of danger, as though it was his instinct!

"Master, recuperate in peace. We'll leave together when the time comes!"

A purple-robed woman knelt in front of the old man and whispered with a lowered head.

The two of them were Perfected Immortal Burial Night and Feng Ziyi.

Although Feng Ziyi's head was lowered, Perfected Immortal Burial Night could still sense the sadness in her heart.