Sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at Li Mengjie who was still in a coma, Leng Xuan's eyes couldn't help showing a hint of heartache. Tomorrow, both for him and for Li Mengjie, will be a crucial day. If it fails, it will mean the end of Li Mengjie's life. When he was with Ling Xueji just now, he said that he was very confident, but in fact, he was not very sure. Recalling the past acquaintance with Li Mengjie, and the bits and pieces between the two, Leng Xuan couldn't help sighing.

After a while, the door to the bedroom was pushed open, and a white-haired old man walked in from outside. The old man came to Leng Xuan and asked in a low voice, "Why are you looking for me?" Leng Xuan raised his head and said, "Xiang Lao, there is something I want to ask you." Xiang Liming nodded and said, "You said Well, as long as I can do it, I will do my best." Leng Xuan nodded, then leaned into Xiang Liming's ear and whispered a few words. After listening, Xiang Liming frowned and asked, "Are you sure you want to do this?" Leng Xuan replied, "I don't want to pin my hopes on others. Xiang Lao, tell me honestly, what I just said. Can you do that."

Xiang Liming hesitated for a moment, and said, "It shouldn't be a big problem. However, I'm worried that it will damage her body." Leng Xuan said, "She's already like this now, and she still has so many concerns about what to do. Elder Xiang, remember. , don't tell others about this." Xiang Liming looked at him and said sternly: "Boy, this is not a joke, are you sure you want to do this?"

  Leng Xuan nodded and said, "I have already decided, let's do it."

   Hearing this, Xiang Liming sighed lightly and said, "Okay, you go out first."

  The next day is also the time limited by Ji Wuming.

   Early in the morning, in the main hall of the Nine Heavens Holy Palace, everyone gathered together, waiting for Ji Wuming to appear. There were more than ten people in the hall, Leng Xuan, Ling Xuejiu, Yaowang, Xiang Liming, and Jiang Yulong, all of them were present, but no one spoke, and the atmosphere seemed very depressed. Like everyone's mood, the clouds in the sky are rolling, as if they will be pressed down at any time. As time passed, Ling Xuejiu finally couldn't help it and asked, "Why haven't you come yet?" Leng Xuan said, "Don't worry, he won't break his promise." As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a Nine Heavens Sacred Palace The disciple rushed into the hall in a hurry, and reported: "Holy maiden, someone outside is asking to see him, and the other party claims to be Ji Wuming."

  Ling Xuejiu hurriedly said: "Hurry up and invite him in." After a while, Ji Wuming was sent into the hall by two Nine Heavens Sacred Palace disciples. In addition to Ji Wuming, everyone noticed that there was an old man with a thin face next to Ji Wuming. The old man's figure was very thin, as if a gust of wind could blow him down. Such an old man would not have attracted everyone's attention. However, Ji Wuming supported the old man with a very respectful expression on his face. As a result, everyone could not help but ignore the old man. Leng Xuan's thoughts moved, and he immediately thought of a possibility. He quickly stood up and cupped his hands to the old man: "Senior Ji, is this old senior your master?" When everyone heard the words, their expressions couldn't help but change, and they all stood up from their seats. Come. If Leng Xuan guessed correctly about the identity of the old man, then they should all honor the younger generation.