This time, Nan Sheng was extremely weak and his eyes lost their sharpness.

He bowed and bowed to Prajna and said, "Thank you, Your Highness, for helping him, and the Southern Saint will surely remember his kindness."

"You leave the battlefield first and heal your wounds."

With a wave of Prajna's sleeves, the power between the sleeves turned into a wind force, sending the Southern Saint back to the camp of the dead monks.
Chapter completed!