Ye Xuan spent some of his prodigal points to get the purified version of the black fog.
Still maintaining its original form, the black fog was currently completely harmless. Its evil power had been absorbed by the system.
"Why isn't he back yet? Did he run away?"
"It's very possible. We're just courting death by being here. With his cultivation, he wouldn't even have time to escape in the face of danger. Why would he dig his own grave?"
Seeing that Ye Xuan hadn't returned after a long time, the crowd couldn't help but stir, and there were grumbles.
Only the people of the Tai Qing Sect firmly believed in Ye Xuan. "Elder Ye is not that kind of person. Don't talk nonsense."
The others were about to argue when they heard a cry of surprise. "Look!"
