As soon as Ji Ruochen realized that his body could move, he immediately took two steps back, trying to get further away from the smoke.

At this time, he looked at the lingering morning fog, and the panic just now still lingered in his heart. It was difficult to associate that cold scene with the smoke.

Could it be that Ji Ruochen suddenly thought that this girl who was enveloped in water waves and smoke all day long actually had a cold and hard heart?

No matter what, at this moment, Ji Ruochen felt not only the pounding of his heart but also the deep fear of this woman with a pale heart and a pale heart. This was the first person Ji Ruochen had ever feared since he entered the Daode Sect.

After a while, the morning fog that shrouded the top of Xixuan Mountain was finally dispersed by the rising sun.

On Taichang Peak, Master Ziyang accompanied Master Yuxuan, talking and laughing all the way to the edge of the rope bridge. The two masters sat all night talking about Taoism, and it was obviously very fruitful. Unlike Master Tamai, Master Ziyang did not have any pretensions. This time

When we were seeing each other off, there was no disciple, Taoist boy, waiting by to serve him.

The two masters chatted for a while by the rope bridge. Master Yuxuan finally bowed and said goodbye, rising slowly and flying slowly towards Danyuan Palace.

It wasn't until Master Yuxuan completely disappeared in the clouds and mist in the distance that Master Ziyang turned back and walked towards Taichang Palace. After taking two steps, he suddenly stopped, leaned over and picked up a stone from the ground, and looked at it carefully.

The stone has loose texture and is dotted with a small drop of blood. The blood spreads along the stone texture. At this moment, it looks like a burning cloud.

Master Ziyang stared at this small blood cloud, pinched the fingers of his left hand to calculate secretly, and then looked in the direction of Danyuan Peak.
Chapter completed!