Whoosh!
The old man transformed into a stream of black smoke, filled with Yin energy, and instantly soared into the sky, shooting towards the west.
Supreme Sage Taixu was left dumbfounded in his spot.
As he pondered over Xu Zhiyuan's words, his body trembled, and then he began to wail—
"Your Emperor... Emperor, do you see this?"
"The ancestor of the Jingming Sect has come to visit his descendants in the mortal world!"
"Although our Dai Temple belongs to the Quanzhen Sect in the Daoist school, on the very first day of its construction, we offered sacrifices to your Majesty... Please open your eyes and see that the reincarnations of your ten great marshals have all been taken away by the Jingming Sect."
At this moment, a voice came—
"Master... Master!"
It was Meng Mingshan, who had stepped out of Wanshou Palace.
