Was it…over? Black Beibei blinked his eyes and then blinked some more. He finally determined that this wasn’t a dream. His gaze fell upon Qin Yu’s back with awe. Not only was he able to destroy the Beheading Blood Light but he had even caused a backlash that killed the ape. He couldn’t help but think of that seemingly common finger and the immense heavenly prestige within it.

But no matter what the truth was, there was one thing he was sure of. This fellow daoist Baoyu was a truly unfathomable person with an incomparably dreadful background. It was impossible for this sort of existence to have any lascivious intent towards White Fengfeng to begin with. It seemed he had been mistaken from the very start.

He thought about all the taunts and naked hostility he had shown before, and a cold sweat drenched him. He hurried forwards and bowed, “This junior is the Great Desolate Lake’s Black Beibei. I greet Senior Baoyu. I didn’t know senior’s identity before, so if I offended senior I ask that senior be broad-minded!”

Jiang Wuhai and Jiang Ziyuan were frightened so badly that their faces turned pale white. Maybe the name of the Great Desolate Lake could play a role, but their Jiang Family might not have such an honor.

The back of that figure didn’t respond. He only calmly stood there, as if he stepped upon...