At that time, in the opposite direction.
Mo Yifeng was seated cross-legged on the back of a small bee, taking the opportunity to quietly leave the Mo Clan from the high skies...
After a long while, the sound of the xiao ceased!
The Soul Hunters below seemed to have received some order.
They actually discarded their tents and other belongings and retreated lightly.
The two sat quietly on the Iron-blooded Bats, looking ahead. Far away, a figure cloaked in a black cape with a hat covering his face hovered mysteriously in the air, his sharp gaze palpable despite his concealed face. His attire was exactly like that of Su Qinghai, whom they had met before.
If it were anyone else, they would surely think of Su Qinghai.
But there was a subtle difference in the figure...
With a deep and cold gaze, Qu Tan'er stared at the man. "Su Jie?"
"..." The person in front did not respond.
The next moment, the shadow disappeared.
There was nothing in the air.
