Princess Dayong and her little maid are ordinary mortals, and they have no spiritual practice.

Xue Ningshang was sitting next to Ding Xiaoyi, her brows were furrowed, and her depressed mood did not seem to let go. Ding Xiaoyi could not help but peek at Xue Ningshang.

Spotted Ding Xiaoyi’s gaze,

Xue Ningshang gave Ding Xiaoyi a generous smile, seeming to tell Ding Xiaoyi that she was fine.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the bonfire kept swaying.

The flickering bonfire reflected four young faces. A cold wind suddenly swept over and almost blew out the bonfire.

Ding Xiaoyi felt an inexplicable tightening in his heart. He knew that the practitioners who were following him had already touched him.

Although they did not enter the ruined temple, he knew that they seemed to be waiting for the opportunity.

Although his spiritual sea was destroyed, his sword intent was still there.

He spread his sword intent and mixed it into the raindrops falling down.

He soon discovered several figures standing in the autumn rain.
Chapter completed!