"I'm becoming more and more impressed with A'Qing's judgment."
The old crone chuckled and shook her head before leaving the Ji Mansion as well.
Old friends made in humbler times, still held dear in the heart; as long as the Xu Family followed wholeheartedly, there was no longer any worry of betrayal or abandonment.
A host of Golden Bodies disappeared into the sky, turning into more than a dozen Golden Beads that darted back to the great hall of the Martial Temple.
Many Yin Gods stood in the midst of the great hall.
Surrounding a black-robed young man.
The Ancestor of the Martial Temple returned to the altar and, in high spirits, began picking at his toes: "Happy! Impressive!"
Zhu Jue helplessly rubbed his temples.
Considering the senile state the Ancestor was in, it spared them a lot of trouble.
It was now clear who was leading the Martial Temple.
They hovered in orderly fashion, waiting for commands.
