It was just—
Mr. Jing glanced at the location where Elder Wu's divine soul was utterly destroyed, feeling a chilling terror rise within his heart.
"Sigh."
"The Three Ancestors granted Brother Xun this Biyun screen for protection, but the power it could borrow was ultimately limited. It truly rendered me powerless to protect Elder Wu."
With a solemn expression, Xun Bai's face was the epitome of sorrow as the thunder slowly dissipated, making him appear mournful.
"Yuu Mountain Daoist is sinister and vicious; setting a trap for Elder Wu has nothing to do with Brother Xun!" Mr. Jing hastily interjected upon hearing this.
The two men exchanged a knowing look.
"That old ghost of Yuu Mountain is indeed hateful."
