Anyway, a hundred years later, Venerable Kun Ling will ascend, and it won't be too late to deal with this foolish Nascent Soul Cultivator then.
"Just wait. For causing me such severe injuries, once I catch you, I will grind your bones to dust and throw your Nascent Soul into the Ten Thousand Refining Furnace to endure the suffering of soul burning for ages, or else I won't be able to quell the hatred in my heart." Venerable Ji Yun's face was cold as he secretly vowed.
...
"As expected, he didn't follow!"
Li Mu, standing on the Spirit Sword, had already rushed out a hundred miles away from the Desolate Ancient City. Along the way, he had placed a large number of scouting spiders to see if Venerable Ji Yun would follow.
The opponent did not follow. If the opponent had insisted on following, Li Mu couldn't help but feel some regret. He was thinking of retaliating and eliminating the threat as quickly as possible to avoid future troubles.
