"Oh?"
Amidst the ghost fog, a green-clothed elder with a sly expression slowly walked out, holding a flag in his hand. His gaze settled on the bodies scattered around, a mix of disbelief and a sneer spread across his face,
"Fellow Daoist He, so formidable, to have killed so many of my disciples and grand-disciples?"
Autumn leaves drifted through the woods.
"Shush..."
A figure slowly emerged—it was Ning Daoran, after having changed his appearance.
"Perfect Qi Refining?"
The green-clothed elder, who possessed the cultivation of Early-stage Foundation Establishment, said with icy eyes, "If it were merely Perfect Qi Refining, it would have been impossible to instantly kill so many Late-stage Qi Refining cultivators. Fellow Daoist must have practiced some technique to conceal your breath, right?"
