Hundred miles of deserted slopes outside the city.
The air moved, and two figures of a man and a woman suddenly appeared. They looked at each other and walked a few steps in unison. With a “puff”, they knelt down in front of a man in black.
“Young Master, is it okay?”
The female cultivator has a charming appearance and a good figure. At this time, she has a worried look on her face, looking with concern at the overly pale face of the black robe man and the wisp of red silk around her mouth.
He wiped the black robe, glanced at the remaining blood stains on his fingertips, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised:
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