"Don't, Fellow Daoist Jianjia... oh no, Senior Jianjia..."
"If Senior is willing to spare this junior, this junior can..."
The Nascent Soul of Ancestor Xu trembled with fear, shattering the illusion of the Nascent Soul Stage's prestige and dignity, begging desperately without regard for face.
Ning Daoran's gaze remained indifferent, his mind made up.
Above the Tianluo Sea, it was the first time Ancestor Xu ambushed him.
Within Bamboo Wind Lake, even with the protection of Shen Luoyan, Ancestor Xu still sought to kill him – that was the second time.
With these two attempts, Ancestor Xu could go to his death.
...
Upon retrieving the Soul Refining Tower, Ning Daoran's eyes turned icy cold.
"Swoosh Swoosh Swoosh~~~"
A series of Golden Silk Swords rose into the air behind him, their tips pointing straight at the Seven-Colored Peacock.
"Fellow Daoist..."
