Du Yinxiang gritted his teeth, looked at the fleeting silhouette with some resentment, and started to chase it forward.

In the clear night, a silver shadow flew down in the sky, rotated, and blocked Du Yinxiang's path.

Dressed in a silver robe, he stood tall and distinguished, with a silver mask on his head, coldly cutting off contact with the outside world. Just standing in such a quiet place, even the surrounding atmosphere became extremely cold and icy.

Xiao Xiaoyu stood there, as if he was no ordinary person.

Du Yinxiang was slightly surprised, and looked at the silver-robed masked man who suddenly appeared with some confusion. A trace of awe suddenly appeared on his face, and he bowed with both hands: "Yinxiang, see the sect master." [

Zilan clutched her chest, her expression was a little painful and twisted, she coughed a little, and a hint of joy flashed in her eyes:

"Master, why are you here?"

"Yinxiang failed the sect master's trust, and the key to the divine cauldron was taken away by the person just now."

Du Yinxiang looked at the silver-robed sect master with some guilt and remorse.

"It was only a little bit close to success, but it fell short."

Zilan's tone was full of resentment. The woman who ran out of nowhere ruined her good deeds. Originally, she could suck the man's blood and essence to replenish her own vitality, but now she was hurt by her spell.

He almost died physically and mentally.

"First heal your injuries and replenish your energy. You can rest for now."

The indifferent male voice drifted into my ears, but in Zilan's ears, there was a different kind of tenderness and care.

"Thank you for your concern, Master."

The purple-blue face looked at the silver-robed masked man with some joy.

"Master, Yinxiang doesn't understand why you want to stop me from chasing them.

The man was injured. The woman took him with her. I believe she won't be able to run far." Du Yinxiang looked at the silver-clothed sect master with some confusion. If it hadn't been for his appearance, he might have caught up with Shao, who was seriously injured.

Nebula.

"Of course I have my reasons for this." The silver-clad sect master smiled lightly and elegantly, his voice as warm and gentle as the spring breeze.

"What's the reason?" Du Yinxiang looked at the silver-clad sect master in confusion, and saw his shoulders shaking slightly, and his heart trembled slightly.

"Yinxiang, you ask too many questions. You were not like this before."
Chapter completed!