There’s no point in thinking too much…

Yan Qingwu didn't stay in the village for too long.

Because the next day, two disciples of the Immortal Sect came with swords and landed outside the village to inquire about Yan Qingwu.

That was the first time Wang Mu saw an immortal cultivator.

It was consistent with what he imagined.

Riding the wind and wielding the sword is so cool...

Although he only stayed for one day, the whole village of Anle Village still gathered together to bid farewell to this rare fairy.

Just... before leaving.

The fairy did not leave directly, but came to the statue of Dongfang Mu.

Everyone thought that the fairy was going to pay homage to the sage, but...

"Thousands of years..."

The corners of the woman's eyebrows twitched, as if something was brewing in her eyes.

A heaven-like aura instantly emanated from her body.

Many villagers were so angry that they did not dare to take a breath.

Even the two Immortal Sect disciples at the back were as silent as a cicada.

She suddenly slapped her palm against the base of the statue,

The next moment, a crack appeared in the base and seemed to be about to collapse.

Fortunately, she quickly retracted her hand, just let out a cold snort, and then flew away with the two Immortal Sect disciples...

Seeing this scene, Wang Mu behind him broke out in a cold sweat...
Chapter completed!