The sound of air being split echoed.
Two Foundation Establishment Cultivators revealed their forms.
Blocking the way behind him was indeed the Patriarch of the Zheng Family.
The person in front was withered and emaciated, his face like paper, pale without a hint of blood.
"A Demon Cultivator?"
Shen Xuan was slightly surprised.
The two of them flanked Shen Xuan, surrounding him in the middle.
"May I know the name of this fellow Daoist?"
"A dying person, why ask more!"
The emaciated Demon Cultivator laughed strangely.
Shen Xuan shook his head.
"Fellow Daoist, do you know, that is the Patriarch of the Zheng Family on Mingyang Island!"
"Collaborating with Demon Cultivators to plot against the Cyan Cloud Sect's True Master disciple! Aren't you afraid that after accomplishing the deed, he will silence you?"
"I'm not afraid, I trust the Patriarch of the Zheng Family!"
"Foolish!"
Shen Xuan looked heartbroken.
