The overwhelming power and despair they felt now seemed extremely real in retrospect.
Thrum...
At this moment, a paper kite flew in through the sea of clouds, landing in the hands of the middle-aged Taoist and transforming into a letter.
The middle-aged Taoist unfolded it to read, his brow furrowing involuntarily.
"Master, what's wrong?" Jin Shuanglin asked.
"That little imp named Wang Xiaoyi has escaped again," the middle-aged Taoist priest said in a grave tone.
"What? Even the law enforcement team couldn't apprehend him?" Jin Shuanglin asked in surprise.
A few days ago, she had vaguely heard her fellow disciples discussing the law enforcement team's pursuit of a fugitive called Wang Xiaoyi, deploying dozens of experts to capture him.
At first, Jin Shuanglin didn't pay much mind to it, thinking he was a demon practitioner of some vile arts who had unfortunately crossed the path of Dragon and Tiger Mountain's beacon of righteousness.
But it seemed that it wasn't that simple.
