At the border between the South Desolation and the East Province, Feng Wuya arrived here with Master Xiaoyunzi.
"I fear that kid has probably turned into a corpse by now!"
Feng Wuya said casually to Master Xiaoyunzi.
"I believe he will not die!"
Master Xiaoyunzi smiled softly.
"Then let us wait and see. I don't wish for him to die so soon either, since you have taken an interest in him as a disciple. I want to see what abilities this little guy possesses."
"Moreover, he carries the Saint Fire. I'm somewhat interested in him. What if I were to leak the news about his possession of the Saint Fire? What would his fate be?"
Feng Wuya's lips curled into a playful, cold smile as he gazed at Master Xiaoyunzi.
Master Xiaoyunzi's expression changed slightly, but he said nothing.
"Relax, I won't do that for now. If he makes it to the East Province, I might consider it—making him an enemy of the Ancient Realm, pursued by countless strong ones. That would be quite a sight to behold!"
