Before Li Zhoujun could answer the cold poison Saint's question, Ming Ancestor's massive hand swept through the air. The spot where the cold poison Saint had just stood was now nothing but empty space. As for the cold poison Saint himself, he was likely beyond dead.

"Quickly return to the Dao Heaven Sacred Palace, Ancestor Qin misses you," Ming Ancestor's face appeared in the sky, speaking kindly to Li Zhoujun.

Li Zhoujun was speechless. He couldn't understand what was going on with Ming Ancestor. Previously, he had chased Ming Ancestor's avatar, and not only was Ming Ancestor not angry, but he even helped him? Something was definitely off; Ming Ancestor must be up to something!

With that thought, Ming Ancestor turned and left.