He was a Nascent Soul cultivator; how could he possibly die so easily from a fall?
He looked up and looked back.
It was still a vast expanse of white mist.
Only in the place where he was, there was no white fog around him.
Ning Hong watched for a while, then suddenly swung her longsword.
The sword light pierced through the white mist, from which a scream could be clearly heard.
In an instant, much of the white mist dissipated.
Ning Hong then unleashed the Thunderfire Talisman and threw it into the white mist again, resulting in several more screams.
The white mist moved back quite a bit again.
"Hongze." Ning Hongze was thinking of continuing to use the Thunderfire Talisman when someone suddenly walked out from the white mist.
He is the Long-Bearded Immortal.
His main purpose in coming here.
A fleeting look of surprise crossed Ning Hong's face.
His expression grew increasingly wary.
His master disappeared on this mountain.
His life tablet was shattered.
His chances of survival are not high.
"Hongze, are you here to save me?" A smile appeared on the long-bearded, chubby face. "That's wonderful! I've been waiting for someone to come and save me."
"Master, does it hurt?"
"What?"
Long Beard was taken aback. "Why are you suddenly asking that?"
Ning Hong didn't answer him. Instead, she reached out and pinched his long, white, chubby face. "Still so fat, but—" She would never see him again.
The Phantom Butterfly circled around Long Whisker twice.
This is an illusion.
This is not his master.
He silently raised the longsword in his hand.
With a single sword strike, he pierced the man in front of him from both sides.
"Hongze, what's wrong?"
Before the long-bearded man could finish speaking, he instantly turned into white mist and vanished without a trace.
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