Seeing Chen Hai utterly unreserved, seemingly ready to slay him on the spot, the seemingly unyielding Wan Zhongshan showed clear signs of panic on his face.
Just as Chen Hai's descending palm was about to strike, a green light suddenly burst forth from the barren ground nearby.
"Young Master, this person is an old acquaintance of mine. I hope you can show mercy and spare his life!"
A gentle sigh came from the green glow, and then Qingmu's withered figure emerged from it, walking forward slowly.
He had always had a good impression of Wan Zhongshan, the Daluo Golden Immortal.
If not, after confirming his identity, he wouldn't have been so conflicted, just observing nearby without directly taking action.
With Qingmu's power, if he truly intended to stop Wan Zhongshan, perhaps Wan Zhongshan would have already been killed long before approaching the Black Water Immortal Mountain.
