The monk in white let out a long breath upon hearing this.
He respectfully took his leave.
The Little Spirit Sound Institute suddenly fell silent, with blood mist surging and deathly qi rolling, the faint Buddha light of Grandmaster Huang Mei resembling a sea of blood bathed in golden light.
Suddenly, Huang Mei looked up, pressed his palms together, and maintained a peaceful expression.
"Lord, did I handle this well?"
Huang Mei asked.
Behind Huang Mei, a figure stood with his back turned, the black robe billowing abruptly.
"Not bad."
With these words, Li Che clenched his five fingers, and his figure disappeared without a trace.
As for outside the door.
Footsteps echoed.
Ji Moli, clad in mysterious black armor, unexpectedly returned.
Ji Moli looked at Grandmaster Huang Mei, who was sitting in the blood water amid the corpses filling the courtyard, his dark eyes flickered.
He slowly walked forward, then sat cross-legged in the blood water.
