Very well.
It saves him the trouble of searching further.
Today, here in this place, this centuries-old feud will be completely resolved.
Xu Ping cast an inquiring glance at Duan Shuang and gently nodded, then stood up tall.
Xu Ping's figure moved slightly, without any Escape Light flashing, as if merely taking a usual step forward.
The next moment, he silently appeared outside Purple Bamboo Mountain, hovering in mid-air, his robes unmoved by the fierce winds stirred by the multiple Nascent Soul Cultivators' auras, as if rooted in the void.
He maintained his ordinary appearance after transformation, with a calm aura. At first glance, he seemed like a low-level cultivator who had stumbled into this place.
Yet, it was precisely this excessive ordinariness that caused Blood Demon True Monarch's pupils to suddenly contract.
