Jiang Yun saw these pitch-black flames, and her eyes instantly reddened.
"Benefactor?"
Her first reaction was to think of Mo Lin.
After all, the Netherworld's Nether Fire belonged to Mo Lin.
"Benefactor isn't dead?"
Jiang Yun shook her head, "Impossible, I saw him die on West Mountain with my own eyes, he couldn't have survived."
Suddenly, Jiang Yun's pupils shrank abruptly.
Her eyes instantly reddened.
"Benefactor!"
She rubbed her eyes to make sure she wasn't mistaken.
It was really Mo Lin.
Mo Lin wasn't dead at all.
Not only was he not dead, but Mo Lin had returned.
Mo Lin, wearing a black coat, walked over slowly.
Wu Binghai was overjoyed the moment he saw Mo Lin was still alive.
"Great, you're alive, that's great." Wu Binghai shouted excitedly.
Some were happy, some were worried.
Jiang Yun and Wu Binghai were overjoyed at this moment.
In contrast, Bai Xu's expression was as if he had eaten dog feces, looking ugly.
"Not dead?"
