As he listened to Ning Wei, Xiao Mo lowered his head, an indescribable look flashing in his eyes.
"Brother Xiao..."
Seeing Xiao Mo fall silent, Ning Wei worriedly tugged on his sleeve.
"I'm fine." Xiao Mo shook his head with a smile.
When Xiao Mo learned that Ning Wei could see the Blood Evil Qi from Fengye City's Array, he knew her talent for cultivation was truly extraordinary, far surpassing that of an ordinary Yin-Yang Eye.
After all, most with a Yin-Yang Eye could only see a few souls; it was impossible for them to perceive the Blood Evil Qi of Fengye City.
If the Wangchuan Sect knew how potent Ning Wei's Yin-Yang Eye was, they would have taken more drastic measures long ago.
But he never expected that Ning Wei's Yin-Yang Eye could not only see the Array's Blood Evil Qi, but even the Residual Soul of his third brother, who had been dead for years.
