Nangong Man Sha looked worriedly at Old Master Nangong, and asked, "Grandpa, how are you feeling? Is your health okay?"
Old Master Nangong saw that Nangong Man Sha was unharmed, and felt a bit relieved. He gently shook his head, "I'm fine. It's probably because of the Spiritual Liquid Mr. Chu gave me; it made my body immune to these poisonous mists."
Nangong Man Sha looked at Old Master's rosy complexion, not as pale as before, and eased her tense heart, "It's good that you're alright."
The people from the Black Witch Sect looked at this grandfather and granddaughter chatting as if they didn't exist, and felt somewhat infuriated.
"Nangong Man Sha, I warn you, you'd better not come over! If you take one more step, I won't be polite to you!"
Saying this, they somehow pulled out a knife and placed it against Old Master Nangong's neck.
"Alright, alright! I won't move, I'll stand right here, just put the knife down."
