"Who is it?"
Cen Zijin looked towards the direction from which the voice came.
"Who I am is not important. I've long heard of Fairy Cen from the Thousand Lakes and Thousand Islands. Why don't you test the old man's abilities?"
The hoarse voice sounded once again, and Cen Zijin snorted softly, suddenly swinging the Jade Flower Long Sword in her hand.
A white wave slashed towards the rear of the two.
But when the person spoke again, Cen Zijin had already discerned the direction.
"Fairy Cen, don't be so hasty to act. First, taste this ghostly mist of the old man, haha."
Accompanied by a strange laugh, black fog suddenly started spreading around Chu Ning and Cen Zijin.
The entire bamboo forest suddenly became filled with sinister Yin Qi.
At the same time, it was as if countless mournful screams were echoing around their ears.
"This is..."
At this moment, Chu Ning's heart stirred.
