Ghost Mask's pupils suddenly constricted violently.
At this moment, he realized just how formidable an enemy their Demon Sect had provoked. The overwhelming and unrivaled power they had just witnessed still instilled fear in him; it simply did not seem like the power of the Celestial Human Realm.
He wanted to say something, but with a wave of Ning Qi's hand, the four of them had already stepped into the air and left.
...
True Martial Mountain.
Bright Martial Pavilion.
Taoist Longshan and Luo Wentian sat facing each other, discussing the recent matter of Ning Qi going down the mountain. A month had already passed with no results, and they were considering persuading Ning Qi to return, lest he waste time in vain.
"Jiu has always been resolute in character; if he said two months, then it will be two months." Taoist Longshan shook his head with a light sigh, understanding his ninth disciple.
Luo Wentian also smiled bitterly.
Suddenly.
