Prime Master Tie Feng accepted their blessings. With a wave of his hand, Sheng Xiao and Sheng Yang were sent out of the Saint Tomb.
Immediately after, he lowered his head and kissed the eye on the skull gently. He whispered, "Ah Ying, walk slower. I'll chase after you."
With that, the last wisp of Prime Master Tie Feng's soul that remained in this time turned into a ball of pale green starlight and disappeared from this world.
…
For the past few days, Yu Huang, Sheng Wuyang, and the others had been sitting cross-legged beside the Prime Master Tie Feng's Saint Tomb to cultivate in seclusion. The weather was a little hot, and there was a scorching sun above her head. Yu Huang's body was covered in a layer of sweat.
At this moment, a gust of wind blew past. Immediately after, two navy blue shadows were thrown out of the Saint Tomb.
The wind blew past Yu Huang's body, and she finally felt a chill.
"Ah!"
