With the protection of Primordial Light, the Primordial Spirit erges, allowing one to embark on a divine travel to all corners, akin to feathered flight, leaving the body for ten days or half a month without the flesh decaying, and even traveling a thousand miles at night, from North Sea in the morning to Cangwu in the evening.
Whew...
At this mont, a strange wind blew in from the outside.
Zhang Fan's Primordial Spirit slowly opened his eyes, witnessing amidst the residual wind, another Primordial Spirit swaying, directly flying into his room.
He actually knew the visitor.
"Lord Hongshan? You've actually returned to Yujing City?" Zhang Fan looked at Yin Hu's Primordial Spirit, quite surprised.
"Yujing City should be the safest place now," Lord Hongshan's Primordial Spirit whispered with a weak breath.
"Having escaped death, how dare you appear before ? Aren't you afraid of dying?" Zhang Fan said coldly.
"I'm at my wit's end, seeking refuge with you," Lord Hongshan's Primordial Spirit gritted his teeth.
"At your wit's end? Seeking refuge with ? What's in your mind?" Zhang Fan asked in confusion.
"I was set up by the Daoist Sect; they tricked and found the Wuwei Sect's main base in Jiangnan Province through , even Chen Dragon was surrounded..."
"Three Celestial Masters, hundreds of Daoists stord in..." Lord Hongshan gritted his teeth.
"They really took action." Zhang Fan listened quietly, which aligned with the information he had received.
"You still managed to escape?"
"Do you think we, the Wuwei Sect, are inept?" Lord Hongshan gritted his teeth, "At the critical mont, the Lord of the Red Palace also arrived..."
"Ming Shenshou!" Zhang Fan's Primordial Spirit's gaze slightly narrowed; he deeply rembered this figure.
"Amid the chaos, I tried to escape, but just stepping out, so damn rascal from the Daoist Sect shouted..."
"Elder Hong, you go first!"
"Damn it..." Lord Hongshan's Primordial Spirit cursed fiercely.
"This..." Zhang Fan smirked.
"Wouldn't the Wuwei Sect think you've been turned against them?" Zhang Fan couldn't help asking.
"They might not believe it, but they'd surely suspect; with Chen Dragon's nature, even the slightest suspicion, I..." Lord Hongshan hesitated, fear welled deep in his eyes.
He dared not return to the Wuwei Sect, and the Daoist Sect would not spare him.
Hence, Lord Hongshan bypassed all normal thinking and sohow returned to Yujing City to seek out Zhang Fan.
"It's karma indeed; you frad Fang Changle like this back then, how does it feel?" Zhang Fan chuckled, casting a sidelong glance.
"Why have you co to ? I can't protect you."
"You may not save , but your father can, as long as he's willing, I can survive." Lord Hongshan gritted his teeth.
"Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?" Zhang Fan's Primordial Spirit said calmly.
"I bet you won't." Lord Hongshan said with complete certainty.
"The siege on your family back then was led by Chen Dragon, unrelated to ; from this perspective, there's no real animosity between us. As long as there's enough profit, we can cooperate..."
"I've been in the Wuwei Sect for many years; I can share all the information I know, especially about the Thirteen Zodiacs..."
"Additionally, many resources I've controlled can be transferred to you..."
Lord Hongshan's proposal offered irresistible allure: "I could even work for you..."
"Honestly, I'm tempted." Zhang Fan's Primordial Spirit sighed softly.
Hearing this, Lord Hongshan's Primordial Spirit couldn't help but show joy.
Boom...
Suddenly, Zhang Fan's Primordial Spirit trembled violently, a murky dark spread slowly, like a mix of darkness, as though the Great Night, enveloping and surrounding Lord Hongshan's Primordial Spirit.
"Zhang Fan, you..." Lord Hongshan's Primordial Spirit shouted angrily, he was already severely injured, his Primordial Spirit ergence, his power even less than a tenth of usual.
"I'm timid, weak, can't outsmart you old folks at mind gas."
"Better to kill!"
With the fallen sigh, Lord Hongshan's Primordial Spirit completely plunged into the boundless darkness without even a chance to call for help; the next mont, a strange, piercing sound of chewing echoed in the cold, clear room.
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