Just as Black Owl was about to fall from grace, a blue figure approached him from behind like a phantom, delivering a chop to the back of Black Owl's neck and knocking him unconscious. Black Owl and the bearded giant he was holding fell to the ground at the same time.

The young man in the green robe reached out one hand to grab the black owl, while his other hand swiftly scattered a handful of golden flowers.

Golden flowers slowly bloom in mid-air, each one entering one's throat.

The burly man's rapidly expanding pupils reflected the figure of the young man in a blue robe and a white veiled hat. Blood gushed from his shattered throat along with a few fragmented words: "East...Dragon...Gate..."

"Look closely, even your grandpa looks flashy," the boy's clear and melodious voice said. In the last remaining glimmer of clarity in the burly man's eyes, he lifted the veil from his straw hat, revealing an incomparably alluring face. Then, carrying the half-conscious Black Owl, he drifted away like the wind.

When Black Owl awoke, he found himself in a dilapidated temple in the wilderness.

Two strong, powerful hands were pressed against his back, and a deep, rich internal energy was flowing into his body from between those hands, guiding and regulating the chaotic pulse within him, and attempting to break through the condensed mist covering his sea of ​​breath.

"It's no use. This is the Fragrance of Condensation, which only those from the Black Purgatory can neutralize," Black Owl's voice was icy cold, devoid of any gratitude, but instead filled with defensiveness and hostility.

"Does the Black Purgatory truly exist in this world?" The young man behind him asked in a clear and melodious voice, full of curiosity but without any hint of disdain.

Black Owl never expected that the person who saved him would be such a sunny and lively young man. The other party's lack of ulterior motives and pure kindness easily touched people's hearts, making him lower his guard: "It's none of your business."

Sensing that the other party had withdrawn their inner energy, Black Owl immediately stood up and turned to look at the young man in the blue robe.

The two were about the same height, but the young man, wearing a white veiled hat, appeared slightly taller. Moreover, the figure under the wide blue robe seemed somewhat familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before: "Why did you save me, sir?"

"I want you to pass on a message to someone for me." The young man in blue tossed a golden flower up and down in his hand. As the flower flew through the air, it slowly bloomed, but when it landed in his palm, it shrank back into a tiny golden sphere.

Black Owl naturally recognized it as a token of the Eastern Dragon Gate: "The Eastern Dragon Gate is renowned throughout the martial world. With your abilities, do you really need someone from outside the gate to deliver a message?"

"This message must be delivered by you," the young man said, patting Hei Xiao's shoulder with a playful tone, seemingly unserious. "Someone wants to buy the Ninth Prince's wife's life. I'll take the job. Go and inform the Ninth Prince to be careful and prevent any loss of his beauty."

Black Owl: "..."

His gaze swept over the shoulder where the boy had patted him, and suddenly Ji Fengyao came to mind.

The little bandit also liked to pat him on the shoulder and chat with him about random things.

"Why are you looking at me like that? You're not trying to kill me, are you?" The young man in blue tossed the golden flower in his hand again, then threw it to Black Owl, saying, "Give up. You can't kill me; at least, you can't now. You give this to the Ninth Princess for me. Not many people in my Eastern Dragon Sect know her. Don't let her get hurt by mistake."

Black Owl held the golden flower in his palm, not putting it away: "Why don't you give it to her yourself?"

The young man in blue hesitated for a moment, then suddenly laughed and said, "I have a past with the Ninth Princess Consort, and it would be awkward to meet again. It would be best if you passed on this message. My men have already set off, so you'd better hurry. Goodbye, until we meet again!"