Bad!
Seeing this scene, Chen Jie was greatly shocked. His Master Sanfeng was starting to be unable to hold on!
This is going to end badly!
Chen Jie was secretly anxious, but there was nothing he could do. After all, this was only one ink painting of Master Sanfeng. It might retain a trace of Master Sanfeng's Dao-rhyme, but it was still not Master Sanfeng himself.
If it were Master Sanfeng in person, then those eyes of doubt would absolutely not be able to inflict such severe damage on him.
Thinking so, Chen Jie grew ever more anxious, yet could only feel helpless. He was completely unable to intervene in this matter anymore and could only leave it to fate.
Or rather, the level of this Immortal Blood was simply too high; it was not something Chen Jie as he was now could touch.
As Chen Jie thought this, that black-and-white Master Sanfeng's body grew increasingly illusory at this moment.
Ten thousand miles away, atop Wudang Mountain, amid clouds and mist.
