A slightly hunched figure appeared silently behind the door.
He was wearing a loose black robe, with his hood hanging down. His old face was half-dark, except for his eyes, which were cold and indifferent to the extreme. It seemed that just one look at them could make people tremble unconsciously.
There was no spiritual energy fluctuation in his body. He stood there like an ordinary old man.
However, at this moment, Ye Xiyue instinctively became nervous and extremely vigilant!
You know without asking that this person must be the rumored Master Nanwu!
And this feeling... I am afraid that I have already broken through the peak of the Spiritual Saint!
Nanwu's eyes fell on the two people outside the door, and when he saw Jiang Yan leaving and returning, with one behind him, he couldn't help but frown.
"What's up?"
Jiang Yan was his confidant, so he knew that he was in a bad mood these past two days and had been trying his best to avoid trouble so as not to offend him.
What really happened?
When Nanwu's eyes swept over his body, Ye Xiyue felt as if a steel knife was grazing her skin!
She felt a chill in her heart.
This Nanwu is more difficult to deal with than imagined!
Emperor Shitian clasped his hands and said: "Master Nanwu, this person is Wang Ling, responsible for the patrol under the mountain. An hour ago, he and his companion Zhou Yuan had just completed the guarding task, but he immediately discovered that Zhou Yuan's situation was somewhat
No, I mentioned a few words after meeting me. My subordinate felt that something was strange, so I came here to report it."
The wrinkles between Nanwu's brows appeared.
Patrol personnel halfway down the mountain are generally not allowed to go to the top of the mountain, but now Jiang Yan actually brought people here directly...
"What's going on?" Nanwu asked coldly.
Emperor Shitian turned his head slightly and looked at Ye Xiyue.
"You should speak to Mr. Nanwu in person. You must speak clearly and without any omissions. Do you understand?"
Ye Xiyue nodded repeatedly as if she was very nervous: "Yes! I understand!"
Emperor Shitian responded and stepped aside.
Ye Xiyue raised her knees and took a step forward.
It was also at this step that she quickly raised her eyes and took a look.
At this time, there was only one person left in Nanwu in front of her, and the half-open door.
After getting past these, she finally saw the situation inside, and couldn't help but froze.
In the dark and cramped space, a black cage occupies the middle, and a thin woman is trapped in it.
She was wearing a tattered white dress with blood stains on it, and her long hair was messy and hanging down, covering her face.
She was sitting on her knees, her wrists pierced by black vines, hanging high.
It seemed to have lost all life and was in a miserable state.
Ye Xiyue's pupils shrank suddenly, and her heart seemed to be tightly grasped by something!
Even if she didn't see the woman's face, she was already sure that she was her mother!
The feeling reached its peak at this moment, the blood all over the body solidified, but the heart was beating wildly, almost jumping out of the chest!
Ye Xiyue had fantasized about meeting her mother countless times, but at this moment, she realized that the impact was much stronger than expected.
Unspeakable emotions poured down like a torrent, swallowing her up!
At this time, as if she sensed something, the woman raised her head with difficulty.
Ye Xiyue saw an extremely pale face, without any blood, and extremely haggard.
