Even though he grew up with his cousin, no matter how close they were, they could never be as important in his heart as his blood-related sister.
The path of cultivation is endlessly long.
He couldn't imagine seeing his sister, who was originally able to cultivate alongside him and achieve the great Dao, reduced to a mediocre mortal, turning to dust and leaving him.
Baili An never expected things would develop to this point.
If it were mere life and death among mortals, it naturally wouldn't involve other sect forces.
But now that Shang Ying's Spirit Root was gone, those big figures of the older generation in the sect would definitely intervene personally.
Thinking of this, Baili An felt a chill in his heart.
His gaze turned towards the corner of the long corridor, only to see Zheng Siyan lightly pinching a Binding Spirit Talisman between his fingers.
His gaze was like that of a beast in the night, cruelly eyeing its prey about to fall into a trap, with a cold playful look.
