Xi Xingxue was laid flat beside the pool, his face peaceful and serene, while a pair of slender, fair hands rested on his belt.
The owner of the hand apologized softly and then slowly unbuttoned his clothes.
Soaking it this way will make it more effective.
The little nascent soul inside Xi Xingxue's body remained unconscious. If the Sacred Heart Spring were effective and the little nascent soul awoke, he would also awaken.
However.
Just as Xi Xingxue's clothes were half-undone, the water of the Sacred Heart Spring suddenly rippled. He Yan looked up and a strong demonic aura swept over, slamming heavily onto the barrier, causing the entire space to shake.
Then, the sound of an eggshell cracking rang out, and the entire barrier shattered into pieces.
Outside the barrier, hundreds of men in black robes floated in mid-air, coming into He Yan's view.
The person leading the group was probably a young man, tall and slender, with a black curtain hanging above his head, obscuring his face.
Then, he raised a pale wrist, lifted the cloak over his head, and revealed his exquisitely beautiful face.
Then, Asaga Yan forced a cold smile:
"Second Brother, it's been many years. How have you been?"
"Yin Yue?" He Yan's pupils contracted slightly.
"Fifty years have passed, and you're still alive?" He Yan asked, voicing a profound question.
This is because Yin Yue disappeared for a full fifty years and never appeared in the cultivation world. Many people even thought he was dead.
However, fifty years later, Yin Yue's appearance was no different from before, except for a long blood-red mark between his eyebrows, which faintly burned, adding a bloodthirsty and beautiful color to his eyes.
His demeanor also changed from that of a well-behaved and harmless person to one that exuded a menacing aura that made him unapproachable.
"With my master still alive, how could I bear to die?"
Yin Yue's thin lips curled slightly. Then, he raised a finger and said casually, "Kill him, but don't accidentally hurt my master."
As soon as he finished speaking, hundreds of men in black robes swarmed forward and surrounded He Yan.
He Yan held Xi Xingxue tightly in his arms, drew his sword and looked around, catching a glimpse of a faint ghostly aura.
These men in black robes... are not human!
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