Bai Shuyue once again bowed in thanks, "Daoist He, your great kindness, I will repay it with all my heart in the future!"
Half a year later, Li Fan died suddenly in the Spirit Pond Purification Array.
Upon hearing the news, Bai Shuyue flew over, and what was once the somewhat healthy Li Fan had been reduced to a mere pool of blood and flesh.
Faced with the overwhelming blood, He Zhenghao's face was as pale as paper.
Seeing Bai Shuyue's appalling expression, He Zhenghao's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly explained, "Daoist, grieve not, Daoist, grieve not!"
"It's all my fault, I wanted to help him pass this threshold. But I didn't notice he had already reached his limit..."
After listening to He Zhenghao's explanation, Bai Shuyue took a deep breath and slowly calmed down.
"So it seems, mortal that he is, he has no talent for cultivating immortality?"
