Two flowers blossom, each displays a branch.
On the other side of the abyss on the southern shore of the Rinsing Spirit Sect.
Black mist piled up, rendering the atmosphere like a ghostly specter, eerie and hazy.
All scenes or people within were completely covered by the thick black mist, making it impossible for outsiders to see clearly.
Just then.
A furious and piercing voice suddenly erupted from within the layers of black mist.
The mist was instantly stirred, rolling everywhere, creating a grand phenomenon.
After a moment, the roar abruptly stopped, and the black mist returned to stability.
"Soul Venerable, why so agitated, what happened?" Immediately, a booming voice sounded.
"One of my souls died."
"Died?" The booming voice sounded incredibly surprised, quickly asked: "Which soul?"
"Xuanwu." The person referred to as Soul Venerable's voice gradually regained calm.
