He climbed out of the blood pond, changed into a set of clothes, and then his figure vanished like a ghost...
Elsewhere, in a place shrouded by dark fog, the Saint Heir of the Wushen Sect slowly opened his slightly crimson eyes.
Standing before him was still that middle-aged man dressed in black.
"Is everything ready?"
The Saint Heir's raspy voice echoed.
"Saint Heir, everything is proceeding according to your plan!" the figure dressed in black replied respectfully, "Now, the Tianyuan Ancient Sect's ruins are about to open, and those guys are heading over there. We should also set out soon!"
A cold, bloodthirsty smile slowly appeared at the corners of the Saint Heir's mouth, "Just right, the show... is about to begin! The surprise I've prepared for them will be something they'll enjoy!"
After speaking, he slowly rose, his body shivered slightly, and the countless black fog around him was totally absorbed into his body like a whale swallowing it whole!
