The radiant light scattered in all directions, and the night sky was pure and clear.
That was Wei Shouzhen's Pure Yang Consciousness, and it had been crushed by someone.
A Saint, such a high status!
Even the proud legitimate daughter of the Huang Family personally approached him, talking and laughing, gentle as water, actively getting close to him. The most powerful factions wanted to recruit him as a son-in-law.
Such a genius, whether in strength or status, was exceptionally transcendent, able to look down on a generation.
Yet now, the sky was silent, and where he stood, only a gentle breeze swirled with the light.
Not far away, Qin Ming controlled the Six Qi, his wide sleeves fluttering, resembling someone standing in moonlight with a sense of great freedom and clarity.
In the night, the Pure Yang Light lingered briefly, then extinguished in the blink of an eye.
Only the mysterious figure stood apart, unparalleled and detached above.
