Even his big sister, Sha Qing, and those Grand Yan Immortal monks who easily destroyed the Sand Demon Cave did not possess that kind of pressure.
The indescribable breath was as deep as the abyss and as tall as the mountains, it was impossible to grasp.
Jian Wushuang did not try to guess what Cui Jing was thinking. He did not hate the last person from the Sand Demon Cave, who was also full of Karma and killing tribulation. However, he could not say that he liked him either.
"You're free now. You can go wherever you want to go," Jian Wushuang said indifferently.
Cui Jing was stunned when he heard this, and his eyes revealed a touch of bitterness.
The Sand Demon Cave was destroyed, and he was sick and injured. Where in this vast Heavenly Region could he find a place to stay?
He had nowhere to go, but he did not dare to go against Jian Wushuang's words. He could only stand there blankly.
