Guu Hongxiu looked at the unmoving Wen Qingye before her. The Black Iron Mask obscured his face, leaving only his eyes visible. Those eyes held a captivating light, and combined with his mountain-like silhouette, Guu Hongxiu found herself lost in a daze.
"Red Venerable, look! That monster is leaving! It's leaving!" Wan'Er suddenly exclaimed in excitement.
Hearing Wan'Er, Guu Hongxiu couldn't help but look in the direction she was pointing. She saw the Flying Corpse had halted, its eyes fixed on them, completely still, as if seeing them off.
Meanwhile, they continued to drift away, and the Flying Corpse was indeed getting farther and farther from them.
"That Flying Corpse... could it be scared?" Guu Hongxiu muttered to herself.
Wen Qingye gave a faint smile, walked over, and said, "You guessed right. That Flying Corpse was most likely scared. Scared that experts would surround and destroy it."
Guu Hongxiu glanced at Wen Qingye and nodded. "Are your injuries alright?"
