Days passed in the blink of an eye.
Displaying a slightly stooped figure, Wu Dao'an paced the courtyard with his hands behind his back, resembling an ordinary old man nearing his end.
As the Yin Gods saw him approaching, they silently made way.
Without striking up a conversation, they just quietly watched him walk away.
No longer having the Golden Scroll by his side, naturally, he no longer needed to preside over the Martial Temple Refinement, nor could he be considered a temple priest on rotation.
However, this was not the reason why the other Martial Immortals distanced themselves from him.
Autocratic.
While the old ancestor was in deep slumber, he completely disregarded the opinions of his brothers in the courtyard and made such a significant decision without consulting anyone.
"I don't want Junior Brother Shen to become the second Senior Brother Zhu."
"But old ghost Wu is pushing him step by step into that pit of fire."
