Qiu Qijun's Nascent Soul currently held the storage bag in one hand, with a shocked expression on his small face, flying in escape, occasionally looking back, as if afraid someone might catch up.
Despite having escaped for a while, there were no pursuers behind, yet the shock on his face showed no signs of fading.
At that moment, the instinct of a Nascent Soul Cultivator made him pause slightly.
Simultaneously, a dark light pierced through the clouds, attacking!
"Ancient Treasure!"
A look of terror flashed across Qiu Qijun's Nascent Soul's small face.
Opening his mouth, he unexpectedly shot out a white light directly confronting the Ancient Treasure Short Saber.
At the same time, he maneuvered the Eight Trigrams Flying Wheel to quickly create distance, with the Nascent Soul emitting a loud shout.
"Which Fellow Daoist? Let's discuss things over!"
"Bang!!"
In that instant, the Ancient Treasure Short Saber collided with the white light in mid-air.
