After saying this, his figure transformed into a wisp of black smoke, disappearing instantly, arriving suddenly and leaving just as swiftly.
Xu Ping gazed in the direction of his disappearance, his eyes deep and thoughtful, pondering for a moment before pressing the matter temporarily at the back of his mind.
Soon after, Xu Ping's gaze returned to the Nascent Soul of the Xuanyin Island Master, which was tightly bound by restrictions, its face full of pleading fear.
"Fellow Daoist... spare my life, I am willing..." The Nascent Soul emitted weak spiritual fluctuations.
Xu Ping's eyes were cold and emotionless.
The treachery attack from years ago, he had never forgotten.
Moreover, those with hearts as venomous as snakes and scorpions are left behind as a calamity.
"A waste otherwise."
Xu Ping murmured softly to himself, a thought flickering in his mind.
"Roar—!"
