Feiyun still chose to go see Nalan Xuejian. Alas, he only saw the monk eating meat and drinking wine beneath the shade of a tree.

The monk naturally didn’t like Feiyun. He raised his staff, threatening to smack his head.

He activated his Swift Samsara to dodge then sat next to the bonfire. He ripped off a thigh from the roasted beast and took a bite: “How’s Xuejian doing?”

The monk was surprised. He didn’t put any force behind the attack earlier but an ordinary person shouldn’t have been able to dodge it, meaning that this shameless brat had reached a high cultivation level.

“Haven’t you done enough? Do you want her to die before stopping?” The monk stopped attacking and took a drink out of his big jar then wiped his mouth before speaking: “She lost several centuries of...