The disciples of Wutong Mountain, to the people of Qingzhou, were almost tantamount to the legendary Immortals from the tales.
At this moment, Elder Tong unexpectedly volunteered to lead the way.
You Longtao snapped out of his astonishment and hastily led everyone to follow.
They passed through several courtyards and arrived outside the Martial Temple First Court.
Without needing Tong Xin'chuan to say more, Lin Baiwei immediately spotted a few graceful figures among the crowd.
Less than ten people in total, but the factions were distinctly clear.
Jiang Qiulan, whom they had not seen for a long time, seemed exactly the same as before, quietly standing at the very front. To her side and slightly behind, was a woman who had been gouged in the eyes.
On another side, under the leadership of an old woman, a middle-aged man stood with two women behind him.
As for the very back, there were several people in temple priests' attire.
