Taiqingzi got up, but Withered Fate shook his head and said, "I am old and useless. Unable to protect even a junior like Li An, the fault lies with me. Now that he is injured, I must redeem myself by saving him."
After speaking, he glanced towards Ancestor Master Wang Ji and Ancestor Master Tianchenzi, then flicked his long sleeves and entered.
Ancestor Master Wang Ji remained indifferent, while Tianchenzi's brows were tightly furrowed.
Not long after.
Withered Fate had already brought Li An back out. Li An sat weakly on a chair, being pushed by Xue Yan.
Withered Fate's face was slightly pale. He had continuously expended Immortal Power for decades, operating the grand formation, and now had exerted his Primordial Spirit to extract this object for Li An, consuming much energy.
"This is the thing that attacked Li An."
He tossed a black Immortal Rope onto the ground, sat back to the main seat, and said coldly, "Li An, tell us carefully, who exactly attacked you?"
