After sending off the Liang Ming couple, Xu Ping turned to see a figure as cold as frost already standing quietly on a nearby rock.
The sea breeze was blowing against her plain white gown; it was Duan Shuang.
Xu Ping nodded slightly, and Duan Shuang floated over. The two walked side by side back to the Blood Bone Hall, without unnecessary small talk.
Inside the hall, Spiritual Qi permeated the air, while wisps of smoke rose slowly from the incense burner.
Duan Shuang was silent for a moment, her red lips moved slightly, and she said, "Fellow Daoist Xu, the Ancient Demon Hall is about to open, I wish to go there to seek the opportunity to form a Nascent Soul."
"Going to the Ancient Demon Hall?"
Hearing this, Xu Ping's brows furrowed slightly, almost imperceptibly.
He looked at Duan Shuang.
