The shrine master rubbed his aching forehead, his eyes full of anticipation."The one surnamed Xia, the divine Hall will be your burial ground!"
Now, he wasn't afraid of Xia qingchen being powerful. He was only afraid that Xia qingchen wouldn't come!
"Don't let me down!" The shrine master gritted his teeth and said ruthlessly.
Xia qingchen had never disappointed anyone, regardless of whether they were friends or enemies!
The immortal mist that lingered on the steps of the divine Hall suddenly flowed like water.
A golden silk boot appeared in the mist.
He stood at the foot of the sacred mountain, in front of the ancient stairs, and his aura spread out.
The ancient path of the divine mountain was patrolled by the temple's personnel all year round.
