"This is the Antarctic Pole." Sikong hurriedly helped Ding Qianqiu to his feet, excitedly said, "The Palace Master saved you!"
"Palace Master?" Ding Qianqiu saw Ni Cangtian.
His complexion underwent a drastic change.
"Palace Master!" A complex look flashed in Ding Qianqiu's eyes as he realized that he had lost all his cultivation, his Martial Dao destroyed, turning him into an old man indistinguishable from an ordinary person, even worse. He suddenly wished for death, "How could this happen?"
"You used your last bit of True Yuan to protect your lifeline. Although I saved you, I could not restore your cultivation, nor could I rebuild your Martial Dao," Ni Cangtian said, hands clasped behind his back, his head lifted to the resplendent night sky, "The person who tried to kill you must be a master."
"Palace Master." Ding Qianqiu gritted his teeth and said, "Please seek revenge for me. Without avenging this enmity, I, Ding Qianqiu, will not rest in peace in death."
