Because Xue Ying had created the tenth transformation of the Vermillion Nightmare inheritance, this thin small old man was able to feel the presence of the other party.
The thin small old man was used to this feeling.
But at this moment…
That feeling disappeared!
Disappeared? The thin small old man was clear what this meant. Hence, he felt his heart turning cold.
'Why would this be?' The thin small old man looked afar. Many scenes began floating in his eyes… Sacred Master waving his hand and destroying the fleshy body of Xue Ying… the dissipation of Xue Ying's aura, and the fleshy body seated within the palace hall of the Ancient Sacred World… Xue Ying conversing with the Sacred Master while drinking… Sacred Master capturing Xue Ying alive…
Many scenes began appearing. Even if the Sacred Master was included, this thin small old man was able to investigate through.
"He…"
