Lin Chen had just stepped into the mountain gate when his footsteps came to a halt.
The Baihe Immortal Sect has many main peaks, each with numerous buildings and cultivators. But what Lin Chen saw in front of him was ruins.
Several main peaks had already collapsed into heaps of rubble.
The magnificent scenes of the past were long gone, leaving only desolation after the great battle.
Lin Chen asked, "Is the Sect Master still alive?"
The disciple answered, "Ever since the battle, the Sect Master has been unconscious. The Ancestral Master is seriously injured, and many Martial Uncles have died. The Sect is now under the management of Martial Uncle Zhou Ting…"
A sea of rage surged in Lin Chen's heart. He was unsure whether this tragedy was caused by his own actions.
If it was, how could he face all the injured and dead fellow disciples?
"Take me to see him."
"Ancestral Master, please follow me!"
