At this moment, Wen Ping also entered the forest.
Originally, he intended to ignore it, as it was merely someone in the Lower Profound Realm, not likely to stir up much trouble. However, curiosity drove him to enter the forest and take a look.
From afar, he released his perception and noticed everything, and he heard this familiar voice.
"Is it her?"
Indeed, he could never forget this voice.
It was the old woman who sold him the sword.
The one Zhao Yi mentioned, likely to be his aunt.
He finally understood why Cangwu City couldn't find her—she had left long ago.
But now she had been chased back to Cangwu City. It was truly fate, as if heavens had granted Zhao Yi a gift.
As for the ones chasing her, Wen Ping planned to deal with them casually.
There were too many matters in the Immortal Sect; he didn't want to waste too much time on this.
"I said she wouldn't die."
