Shen Qinghe was unaware that Nan Sheng had once again harbored the intention to kill her.
She was taken by Dongfang Wuya to a place of scenic beauty, where the mountains rose in layers, the streams babbled, and a light mist lingered, resembling a utopian realm.
Turning her head to look back, she could see that their location was separated from Yuheng Mountain by only a single mountain. How had Mr. Wuya managed to teleport such a great distance?
She stared at Dongfang Wuya as if he were a creature of legend. "Just who exactly are you, Uncle-Master?"
Although cultivators with a Cultivation Base above the Nascent Soul Stage could also teleport, they could not cover hundreds of miles instantaneously like Dongfang Wuya could. This seemed like something only immortals could accomplish.
Could it be that Mr. Wuya had accomplished immortality a long time ago?
"Who are you to me, and why should I tell you?" Dongfang Wuya looked down at Shen Qinghe, his lips curling into a slight smile.
