"This Fairy Monarch really resembles a General who came here that year," a nearby auntie remarked, examining Shen Yanqing with a tilted head before suddenly sighing.
Upon hearing this, Shen Yanqing's expression suddenly turned cold as he spoke indifferently, "You're mistaken."
He turned to look at Sangmo and saw him with a faraway look, which unavoidably brought a sour feeling to his heart.
He felt he couldn't sit still any longer, turning his head away from Sangmo, "I'm going to patrol the area."
Sangmo snapped back to reality, "I'll come with you."
"No need, you sit," Shen Yanqing said, then turned around and flew away on his sword.
The Ghost Region was desolate, and Shen Yanqing, dressed in a dark robe, rode the Auspicious Cloud Sword through it.
His robe was lifted by the cold wind, and his white jade belt was tightly fastened around his lean waist. His fingers formed a spell, and his toes lightly touched down next to a rugged ravine.
