At this moment, in a forest thousands of miles away, Meng Tao cautiously watched the mass of darkness not far away, thinking that he was the pride of heaven, Chu Xiuhuan. She didn't feel too afraid in her heart and even mustered the courage to step forward and ask.
"Senior Brother Chu, are you okay?"
The mass of darkness twisted, silent, like a flow of liquid, strange and bizarre.
Meng Tao was scared, but thinking of Chu Xiuhuan's plight, she felt sympathetic. Holding the Magic Artifact given by Rong Yin in one hand, she carefully asked him.
"Senior Brother Chu, I know about you. My name is Meng Tao. As soon as I joined the sect, I heard about your deeds. Once a youthful emperor, now the pride of immortals, you are someone we all admire.
Senior Brother Chu, I can truly understand your pain now. Since I was born, my parents died, and people in the village said I was a jinx. Nobody in the village liked me, and they excluded me. So, I can really understand you."
