Fang Xi felt a chill in his heart as he looked towards the source of the voice.
In the void, a black-robed figure had appeared at some point.
This man of middle age, with slightly frosty temples, hands behind his back, wore an expression of cold amusement as he mockingly observed the three people in the scene.
A surge of magic power exceeding that of an early stage Nascent Soul Cultivator caused the very void around them to seem as if it were congealing.
"Lord Black Sand?!"
Lady Snake cried out in alarm, her face filled with a color of despair.
She could not have imagined that this mid-stage Nascent Soul Cultivator, rumored to have gone mad due to cultivation mishap, would actually appear in pursuit of them...
What virtue and ability did their family possess to warrant a mid-stage Nascent Soul Cultivator personally hunting them down?
"Lord Black Sand Ancestor?!"
But then, a strange scene unfolded.
