Venerable Jin Jue, along with another ghost, fled directly south toward Dingshan County.
"Puff!"
Halfway through the flight, Venerable Jin Jue spat out another mouthful of black smoke.
"Master Brother!"
The man beside him quickly supported Venerable Jin Jue, asking worriedly, "Are you alright? Do you need to rest before we continue?"
Venerable Jin Jue shook his head, "I'm fine. Let's first return to the Netherworld. Once we're inside, Daoist Qing Song certainly won't dare to follow us."
In fact, just now, when Master Qing Song did not pursue, Venerable Jin Jue knew the other party would not follow. But saying this was of course because...
"Master Brother, how is your injury?" the defiant man asked worriedly.
"It's nothing,"
Venerable Jin Jue spoke calmly, "It's just the Flying Cloud Evil-breaking Curse. After half a month of recuperation, I'll be fine."
The defiant man nodded, his eyes flickering, "Master Brother, are we really returning to the Netherworld like this?"
