The thought surfaced.
The yellow primal Mother Qi of Dharmas unfolded, instantly revealing Wang Ba's figure.
"Last time, I didn't get the chance to discuss your cultivation in detail before interruptions arose. This time, we must carefully strategize for you,"
Yao Wudi said earnestly.
"The disciple has been thinking along the same lines,"
Wang Ba quickly replied.
His Spiritual Sense instinctively scanned the surroundings.
He was immediately taken aback.
The site of the East Saint Sect, which once displayed the splendor of a celestial family, was now overgrown with wild grass, resembling a desolate mountain range.
The once bustling outer market of the Sect had vanished, leaving not even a piece of broken brick or tile.
And the Sect's core area, though the mountains remained, many of the palaces, without the protection of Mana, had long since fallen into ruin and collapse.
