Zuo Xiaoluo also did not order a pursuit, still concentrating on arranging a bloody heart.
The Imperial Guard in the camp looked at each other in dismay.
Several of them began to avoid Zuo Xiaoluo's gaze.
Apparently frightened by her earlier actions.
Once the final gap was filled, Zuo Xiaoluo let out a long sigh, contentedly looking at her masterpiece, preparing to give it to Zhao Yi after the battle.
At this moment, an elderly figure, leaning on a cane, slowly emerged from the shadows of the valley.
Zuo Xiaoluo suddenly looked up.
Seeing the old figure, her face showed a serious expression for the first time.
"Tier Nine Saint King Realm?"
With these words, all the Imperial Guard in the camp changed color instantly.
The old man's left foot was not well, so he walked with a limp, hobbling along.
He looked at the bloody scene on the high platform, his brows furrowed: "Such a vicious girl! It's one thing to kill, but why such humiliation to my disciple's corpse?"
