Confirming Mo Lin wasn't dead, Huang Shang guessed a rough idea in his heart.
It must have been something Wu Wei did, allowing Mo Lin to escape alive from the Yellow Springs Realm prison.
Looking at the cold body of Su Yunling, Mo Lin felt a surge of emotion in his heart.
If he had died earlier in the Yellow Springs Realm prison, he would have ended up like Su Yunling, becoming a puppet of Huang Shang.
Mo Lin raised his right hand, with his index and middle fingers together, and in the next moment, the Qingyun Sword flew forward.
The pitch-black Qingyun Sword slashed at Su Yunling from the front.
Su Yunling did not directly confront this move; she retreated backward and then dodged the incoming sword.
"Don't be so agitated, I'm not here to claim your life."
Huang Shang waved his right hand, and a silver-white invitation flew out, landing in Mo Lin's hand.
"Let's meet in Wanhua Village in three days."
After leaving this sentence, Su Yunling turned around and walked away.
