In the sky above a barren desert.
When Chen Daoxuan heard this divine sense voice transmission, he took out a jade crystal bottle without any change in expression and stored this vital qi essence into the bottle.
Only then did he turn to look at the late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator who had flown over.
This late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator wore a green Daoist robe and had a pale face. Perhaps because he was a disciple of a large clan, he exuded an arrogant aura.
At this moment, the pale-faced cultivator's expression was quite ugly.
Chen Daoxuan glanced at him and turned to leave.
The pale-faced cultivator hurriedly blocked his way and cupped his hands."Fellow Daoist, please wait a moment. I am a cultivator of the Jiang Family in Taizhou. I wonder which hall master or elder of the Qianyuan Sword Sect you are under."
