Just then, a strange noise suddenly came from inside the tree hole in the dead tree, and waves of intense spiritual power surged out, causing the area to erupt in turmoil, with countless golden streaks of light emerging immediately afterward.
The man in black robes stopped his hand just less than an inch from Bai Ling's forehead, shifted his palm slightly, and gently stroked Bai Ling's head.
"You should be grateful that he's not dead, otherwise… there wouldn't be any need to keep you around." The man grinned, revealing a row of ghastly white teeth, and spoke.
Having said that, the man withdrew his hand and returned to where he had been standing before, waiting quietly once more.
Bai Ling, having had a narrow escape from death, was already scared out of her wits; at this moment, she was in tears, praying incessantly in her heart for Shen Luo to come back alive.
