An old man sat on a withered chair, The sight around him was depressing, once marble and wood of the highest quality were now destroyed and rotten, and the corpses of the people he once cherished lay beside him, everywhere in the hall.
The once simple but beautiful decorations that filled his sect had now been reduced to ash.
The man, although infected by the power of shadow, his figure remained pure.
Unlike the rotting corpses of other martial artists, he was able to preserve his mind and body somewhat. He was strong enough to be capable of that.
This man was the leader of Wudang! It would be disgraceful to the sect if he was unable to do this.
"Another appears."
His voice rang throughout the hall, and he opened his eyes.
They were pure black, It seems he was not able to escape the influence of the Shadow completely.
Although his hair and skin were not in good condition, it was normal for a man of his age.
