At this moment, the void several hundred meters ahead of the flying boat twisted, and a figure shrouded in dense black fog slowly emerged like a ghost!

It was none other than Ancestor Chenghua of the Motian Sect!

Why was she here?

Mu Xiaochuan's heart tightened! He had destroyed Ancestor Chenghua's personal artifact and humiliated the Motian Sect at the Dao Discourse Gathering, forming a grudge. But he thought Ancestor Chenghua would return to the Motian Sect, not expecting her to intercept him here!