บท 69: Mystic realm, the tier-8 violet stellar grass.

The dark clouds dispersed in the sky, as pillars of light shone through the clouds, landing on the wet earth.

The sky was vast and huge, a truly grand sight.

Two individuals were hovering in the sky, the atmosphere was slightly tense.

"Yi Yun, still thinking about that assassination? Hahahaha, what is there to worry about? You are alive, aren't you? Don't fret too much, with me here they can't do anything." Teng Zhe urged with his rough voice.

Bai Ming snorted, looking at Teng Zhe coldly, "What have you achieved? how many more assassinations do you want? Letting someone sneak in here and leave as they wish, aren't you as a supreme mortal realm expert ashamed at all?"

Teng Zhe tried to alleviate the atmosphere: "Sigh, don't be angry Yi Yun..."

But before he finished, Bai Ming interrupted him, "Sigh, If this goes on I don't think I'll be able to cultivate peacefully. Maybe this isn't a good idea after all." Saying this Bai Ming showed a troubled expression.