"Take this back for Little Apprentice Sister to see!"
It was not without some gains.
Ye Changan smiled and picked up the arm, tucking the jade into his pocket before humming a tune and walking away.
Meanwhile, Gong Zeyu, who had already flown far into the sky, clenched his face in pain, twisted in agony as blood continuously fell from the sky. His face was pale with anger, but he looked back in the direction he came from with deep dread.
It was too terrifying.
That person named Ye Changan was just too terrifying.
Was he really even human?
What kind of monsters are they all at Sanqing Taoist Temple?!
*
On the other side.
Tang Jin rushed into the room and saw a girl with a face suffused with purple from the black mist, furiously choking Zong Siyan.
Zong Siyan was almost entirely covered in blood. If not for the shockingly dreadful presence before her, she might have passed out again right then.
Tang Jin stepped forward quickly and flicked her horsetail whisk.
