A stick of incense time passed, and Xiao Yifeng stood up, smiling as he said to Mo Shuiyao, "Thank you, Fairy Mo, for standing guard for me."

"Fellow Daoist Wuchen, no need to be so polite, we are friends after all," Mo Shuiyao replied with a smile.

The two, each harboring their own intentions and remaining wary of each other, continued flying on Little Ice towards the edge of Ghost Village.

Just as Xiao Yifeng had said, shortly after they broke through the village, they found themselves out of Ghost Village and above a desolate plain.