But suddenly...
Their witch bodies began to age, their graceful figures vanishing like smoke, each one going bald, their teeth exposed, their temples frosted with age, descending into the twilight years.
"Yuan Gui, didn't you say you were suffering from backlash, unable to act, and only willing to watch, waiting for our clan's harvest?"
"Now suddenly you produce the finger of the Seven-Talismans Ghost Monk... What... what are you doing! Put it down!!"
The change in Wu Guangqing was slow, her eyes like a lake in a storm, shaking uncontrollably, unable to believe the events unfolding before her.
"What am I doing?"
Triple Curse Ghost Monk Yuan Gui looked at Wu Guangqing strangely:
"Of course, I am sending you to heaven."
"With the sacrifice of the junior and senior lords, to seize such an opportunity, if I fail, the old monk's sins are unforgivable."
With that said, the seven ghostly white fingers plunged into the Blood Witch Ancestral Land.
