Chapter 1289: Attacking the Tasteless Copycat Boss

"I am Zhiwei, the thirteenth generation head of the Immortal Sect, and also Chi Xuan's master." The old man smiled kindly and said, "I'm just here to tell you that the Immortal Sect has already made a decision on how to deal with you."

"Is it going to scare me away or keep me locked up like this?" Feng Guang's mood was light, as if she didn't care what they did to her.

Zhiwei said: "I will arrange you to enter the Linglong Pond, which is the place where the spiritual power of the Immortal Sect is the strongest. In the past, only the masters of the past generations could enter the Linglong Pond to practice. The spiritual power there will help digest your body's spiritual power. Ghost energy and resentment will help you reincarnate as a human being."

"Since this is a place that only previous leaders can enter...why did you let me in?"

"This is how it should be by chance, that's how it is." Zhiwei added: "You don't have to feel uneasy, Xianmen is definitely the safest place for you."

She blinked her eyes, not quite understanding it. She could feel the kindness released by this old man, but it was precisely because he was too friendly that she became even more uneasy, "I have never understood...you and that naked man." Xuandu said that I have resentment in my heart, but I don’t feel that I have such a thing. I don’t have anyone to resent, and I don’t have anything to resent..."

"Since not, that's the best." Zhiwei's eyes have always been kind, but now there is a hidden pity, "When you can be reincarnated as an adult, everything will be considered complete."

The old man seemed to have a lot of feelings, but the scenery was even more puzzling. That evening, she was sent to Linglong Pond by the old man. The so-called Linglong Pond was just an iceberg and snow pool on the highest mountain peak on the Immortal Gate. , there is also a plum blossom blooming proudly, but the cold wind blows, but she does not feel cold. As her understanding of herself as a ghost becomes clearer, the perception of being a human will gradually leave her subconscious, but It had only been one day and one night, but she had already accepted the fact that she was a ghost.

The old man moved his fingers slightly, and an invisible barrier enveloped the mountain. He said to the scenery: "In these days, you can't leave Linglong Pond, and others can't come up to Linglong Pond. You need to calm down and gradually transform." Eliminate ghost energy.”

"The days you mentioned... how long does that take?"

"I can't give a definite answer. It depends on you." Zhiwei paused and said, "Maybe it won't be too long, maybe..."

"I understand." Fengguang turned around and looked at the snowy mountains, but not a single snowflake fell on her. She exhaled and was stunned at the snowy scene in front of her.

Among all the white, only her red back was incompatible with the vast world.

Zhiwei looked at her back for a long time, and finally turned around and left when the sun was setting.

There was only one person standing on the top of the mountain where the cold wind was howling. Half an hour later, maybe she felt that this melancholy posture was really not suitable for her. Feng Guang scratched her hair in distress. She walked back to the pool and looked at the people in the pool. A clean ice lotus and the ice crystal-like lotus leaf. She raised her foot and kicked it. She didn't break it, so she sneered, "What's wrong with me being a ghost? Even if I am a ghost, I am the most beautiful one." ghost."

A chuckle suddenly came from behind her, and Fengguang immediately turned around, only to see a man in white walking on foot in the wind and snow.

The man's long hair is untied, his white clothes are as white as snow, and his face is like a crown jewel. He is really good-looking and handsome. The clean aura on his body is not inferior to that of Bai Xue. He may be a fairy, or he may be romantic and unrestrained. Not enough to describe.

"These are ice lotuses that have gathered the spiritual energy of past masters. It's really rude of you to treat them like this." There was a smile on his lips, but he couldn't see the slightest intention to accuse her.

Feng Guang stayed there for a long time and called out a name, "Mo Qing?"

"Mo Qing..." He paused, opened his hand again, and smiled softly, "Yes, I am Mo Qing, don't Fengguang want to give me a hug?"

"No... you're not him." She stepped back warily, her voice cold, "Who are you?"