That night, a bright moon ascended, the wilderness was silent, and a murderous wind rose under the pitch-black sky!
Su Sheng emerged step by step from the mountain path, his eyes shining bright as two beams of light shot out, sweeping over the valley ahead like searchlights, where there was a Taoist temple, a branch of the Orthodox Dao. Li Jiuzhou had taken refuge here to recuperate in seclusion after he was wounded that day.
There was no one who could threaten his life and still come out unscathed. He was not some kind-hearted believer. As for the Taoist temple, ignoring it was best.
"Locked on!"
He saw Li Jiuzhou sitting in meditation in the side hall, just as he had been on that day, looking like a withered old man with white eyebrows, as if life force had already left him. But who knew that this person was the fifth-ranked expert under the heavens, Li Jiuzhou, one of the few Martial Dao Innates.
