All of this happened extremely rapidly. Almost the moment the black fog descended, Zhu Sanzhong, regardless of the toll on his cultivation and at the cost of a massive amount of Nascent Soul essence, sent Zhu Xiu and Xuanyang away.
Having done this, a gratifying smile surfaced at the corner of his mouth, and his heart was free of regrets.
With a straight, upright posture, he raised his head to look at the sky. Silently beside him, a Flying Sword radiating an orange glow appeared.
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