Ning Honghong felt relieved when she saw the familiar figure walking out of the sea of fire, while Mu Weiliang had the impulse to cry with joy when she saw Ning Fan was safe and sound.
The two girls felt a tremor when they sensed the cold Qi exuded from Ning Fan.
It was just that these two girls didn't have the time to respond or ask. Ning Fan made a step on the ground creating three immortal clouds. The two of them were lifted up by the clouds to the sky and was followed behind by Ning Fan.
"Honghong, take a rest on the cloud. Wei Liang help me pick up their Sense Beads…"
His tone was flat, but there was a trace of invincibility in it. In his eyes, all of the ghosts were already dead the moment he appeared before them!
When his voice fell, he shook his Cauldron Ring. Then, the small sable that had been absent for a long time fell onto his embrace while moving its head indolently.
