The Bone Talisman Practitioner hurriedly approached the main temple but, unfortunately, it was too late. The strange giant skeleton finished reciting its bizarre poem and dispersed, leaving behind remnants of black smoke rising like countless ascending ghosts. Glancing back, Ma Ling and Li Jiang were still fiercely battling, leaving ruins and rubble in their wake. The glorious Heavenly Mother Ashram was now in complete disarray.
Looking around, the practitioner could do nothing but heave a long sigh.
...
"I'm saying, the mess you've caused has nothing to do with me—I clearly warned you. Anyway, what exactly did you take earlier?"
After leaving the main hall, Li Yan ignored Saint Watson. He dared not stop, his body shimmering with ripples of light as palaces and towers flashed before his eyes. In roughly the time of ten breaths, he suddenly passed a crystal-clear, moonlit sweet osmanthus tree, under which stood a Taoist in a white robe, facing away and weeping mournfully.
