Luo Xuepu turned around and left!
She naturally knew that two priests had ascended to supernatural beings recently and had inquired about their identities, but she did not expect to meet them at this moment.
Zhang Wumeng was not well-known before, but among those who had ascended to supernatural being, which one was easy to deal with? More importantly, she could not afford to be entangled in battle now!
Whoosh!
Luo Xuepu disappeared on the spot, vanished into nothingness, without a trace.
Yet, Zhang Wumeng seemed to see her figure, waving his horsetail whisk, its white bristles swelling instantly, rushing forward like clouds and waterfalls, forming a huge net with millions of strands, firmly locking down a space.
"Old Taoist, do not seek your own death!"
Luo Xuepu's figure was still unseen, only her stern voice came through.
"Hmph! You hurt my fellow disciple, this enmity is irreconcilable!"
