For over five thousand years, she had helped countless people, from Tong Qingyan's grandmother Chen Meihua to the Li family father and son, even she herself couldn't remember how many she had assisted.
At least they would always remember that in their most desperate moments, an ancient ancestor had helped them.
That was enough.
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The night wind at the foot of the mountain always felt chilling.
The streetlights on the back hill had been removed, making it even darker.
Zhao Tianfang and the others dared not take it lightly, keeping a close eye on the Giant Serpent.
After Bai Chuwei left, aside from staring with its lantern-like eyes, the Giant Serpent hadn't done anything else.
Just as the cultivators began to lower their guard slightly, the Giant Serpent suddenly became restless. It raised its head high, staring at the pitch-dark curtain, flicking its forked tongue, and making "hiss hiss hiss" sounds.
One hiss after another, it sounded somewhat mysterious in the night.
