"Mingjue." Di Ruofeng could only use his finger to gently trace and stroke Yin Mingjue's soul, as if he could really touch his beloved disciple's body this way.
"Silly child, how could you let me down? The greatest honor in my life is having you as a disciple!" As Di Ruofeng stared at his beloved disciple's illusory body, he finally couldn't help but cry.
"Hahaha!"
Suddenly, deranged laughter came from the deep sky.
Everyone looked up and saw the soul of Holy Spirit Goldfeather descending from the dark clouds and stopping on the eaves of the third floor of the Central Pagoda.
At the same time, Mo Xiao appeared beside Sheng Lingfeng.
As soon as Mo Xiao saw Yin Mingjue in front of the tower door, he guessed what Holy Spirit Goldfeather was up to.
