"Thank you, senior, for saving our lives."
Huo Yunjie, Shi Lei, and Long Tianxing quickly expressed their gratitude.
Wang Ping'an's cultivation level was not high, and at this time, he was still affected by the effects of the Soul-Calming Fragrance, sleeping like a dead pig, knowing nothing at all.
"A kind act of drawing the sword to help when witnessing injustice, why thank me? Gentlemen, I won't see you off." Young Master Misty waved his hand and, gently shaking his fan, laughed heartily as he flew into the distance.
"Farewell, senior!"
Huo Yunjie and the other two hurriedly cupped their hands in salute, watching as Young Master Misty departed.
As Ning Yujie died with her path extinguished, the Soul-Calming Fragrance hidden on her person had also extinguished, and without the continuous assault of the scent, the effects of the drug began to fade from the people.
Boom!
Huo Yunjie's aura shook, and his cultivation slowly began to recover.
