Edge of the Cultivation Realm at Cloud Mist Peak.
Liu Qianling fled here in a daze, panic-stricken. Only when he was certain that no one was pursuing did he breathe a sigh of relief.
"Luckily, I have the habit of accumulating means to preserve my life, otherwise I'd have died at the hands of that Corpse Nurturer today." Liu Qianling fiercely slammed his head, causing a sharp pain due to a soul and three spirits.
Really want to tear open my brain and smash a couple of times!
Just then, a black-robed figure suddenly emerged from the woods behind him, without a sound from his steps and a face hidden under the robe, but upon seeing him, Liu Qianling's face lit up with joy.
"Fellow cultivator!"
Liu Qianling hurriedly stepped forward.
