As Xu Qing’s words rang out, the black tempest rumbled and spread out to cover the area. Bolts of lightning snaked back and forth, casting electric light everywhere.1

The shadow was already incomparably excited, and was trembling. It was deeply moved. As of this moment, it felt like all of its hard work and loyalty were paying off. Its lord and master hadn’t abandoned it. It didn’t matter that three of its white-robed captors were in the great circle of the Nascent Soul level, or that the leader was a Spirit Trove expert. Its lord and master had still come to rescue it. It quickly sent out some emotional fluctuations to convey its thankfulness, as well as explain the humiliation and pain it felt. It also started struggling even harder.12

The figure in the tempest strode forward, and as it neared, terrifying pressure built up.0

The white wind would show up in the Greenhair Badlands every so often. In contrast, it had been hundreds of years since a black wind appeared. Yet right now, the group of white-robed cultivators could clearly see the black tempest in front of them, and it filled their hearts with bewilderment....7