It was not long before the ghost left Yongfeng Pagoda with leaf dust.

Under the tower, Yanxiu saw the appearance of Ye Dun and Biyao with a faint smile on his face. At this time, his body was bursting with fierce sword spirit and self-distribution. Obviously, in these ten days, he had made a breakthrough and his strength became stronger and stronger.

"Aged." Yanxiu bowed slightly to the old man. The old man nodded and slowly said, "I know the matter of smoke has nothing to do with you, but it is too complicated for me to intervene. This time, you must seize the opportunity to enter the sacred palace...