When her eyes became clear, Nalan Jing's figure was already gone!
"Nalan Jing!"
Mu Qianyue landed steadily on the ground, but her dark, bright eyes were filled with shock, astonishment, and disbelief. Where was Jing? Where was Nalan Jing? He was just here!
No, she didn't believe it! He had said he wouldn't die! He had said he would accompany her for a lifetime, grow old with her!
A layer of mist welled up in her eyes. She tried hard to hold back the tears that were about to spill over. She wouldn't cry! Because he wouldn't die, he definitely wouldn't die!
Everything happened too fast just now. Mu Rufeng, Tong Xiaoxiao, Huo Xi, as well as Dongfang Ao, Nalan Ye, and others were still in shock and had not yet recovered.
"He, he's dead..." Tong Xiaoxiao's voice trembled with horror as she spoke, the energy around the altar was fearsome and unmatched, that powerful attack could not even be withstood by a Sect Martial Artist, let alone Nalan Jing.
