In the center of the desert, in the sand a few kilometers away from the ruins, Tang Qicai stood silently behind the master, looking at a pair of men and women not far away.

The man had only one arm left. The wound that had been incised into the camera had been bandaged, but he could still see blood spilling out. His face was a little pale, his body was a little weak, and he was lying weakly on the woman who looked not under him.

However, with the arrival of himself and his master, two dazzling lights still ejaculated in the weak man's eyes.

"You won't think you are my opponent now, right..." Seeing the man's vigilant gaze, the wine monk smiled faintly.

"What do you want?" The man was naturally Ximen Qingluan, and he did not relax his vigilance just because he was not a wine monk. Even if he knew that even in his heyday, he would definitely not be the opponent of this strange monk.

"Two choices, one, I will kill you, take her back to make my cauldron, and the other, become my disciple..." The wine monk said lightly.

Ximen Qingluan frowned, and never expected that this famous master would give him these two choices.

Become his disciple? I have already had the inheritance, how could I take him as my teacher again?

But if he didn't agree, he would not be afraid of death, but he would never want to see Mou Sha become his cauldron. Even if he had not practiced the double-cultural method, he would know what the cauldron represents.

Faced with the existence of a great master's realm, with the cultivation of the two, it is a luxury to commit suicide.

"Okay, I promise you, but I need to let her go!" Ximen Qingluan just hesitated for a moment before making a decision.

Mou Sha was stunned for a moment and looked at Tang Qicai behind the wine monk. She guessed somewhat what would happen to this woman once Ximen Qingluan became the disciple of this strange monk.

She knew clearly about the scene where she and those Qi Realm Masters were practicing dual cultivation.

Deep down, she certainly didn't want Ximen Qingluan to do such a thing, but she also understood that Ximen Qingluan made this decision for herself.

And she also didn't want Ximen Qingluan to die here.

Helplessness, despair, pain, and all kinds of emotions linger in her heart, but she didn't even have the qualifications to express these emotions, because she was too weak.

Even though, she has entered the Nine Realms of Innate Realms!

"Yes!" The wine monk glanced at Mou Sha who was so charming and nodded.

At this moment, a subtle breath came from the direction of the ruins. The wine monk raised his eyebrows slightly, and his already gloomy face became even more gloomy.

"Let's go!" Without saying more nonsense, the wine monk turned around and left.

Tang Qicai followed silently, but Ximen Qingluan didn't say anything to Mou Sha, but just forgot about her and followed the two of them.

Looking at the backs of the few people leaving, crystal tears flowed out from Mousha's eyes.

She knew that although Ximen Qingluan had never had a good face to her, he loved himself, otherwise with his pride, it would never be possible to make such a choice.

Silently suppressing the grief in her heart, Mousha turned around and left. She wanted to rush back as soon as possible and inform the master of everything here. If anyone in this world could save Ximen Qingluan from a great master, it could only be Master.
Chapter completed!