Immortal Brew Tower.
Seventh Layer.
A voluptuous, stunning woman stood before the window. She looked rather calm and elegant, yet there was a faintly grotesque smile on her face.
"Here he comes."
She parted her lips slightly, but what came out was the voice of a refined, gentle man—this voice was actually that of Chen Qingmo, Sect Leader of Zhenyang Sect!
All of a sudden, a black soul-shade that ordinary Cultivators could hardly perceive flew in from afar. Chen Qingmo slowly lifted his hand, and that black soul-shade flew into his palm.
The soul-shade howled at Chen Qingmo, revealing a face—it was none other than Cheng Qingyu, who had died several two-hours earlier on Cyan Lotus Mountain.
Cheng Qingyu had only a single wisp of Residual Soul left, cold to the extreme, steeped in yin. Her mind was already incomplete. Seeming to sense the familiar aura on Chen Qingmo's body, the Residual Soul screamed madly. One could vaguely hear that shrill voice:
"Father! Avenge me!!"
