Taizhou, Qingchen Temple.
Yu Mo, Yu Hen, and other senior Taoists were sitting upright in the great hall, watching the Dao Seed Disciples entering and taking their seats one by one.
Zheng Ming, Zheng Hong, and Zheng Xia were all among them.
There was also the newly added Zheng Rou, who was Yu Hong. And with them, a tall and cold woman, Zheng Ying, whose demeanor was sharp.
Zheng Ming seemed to have lost his former sharpness, his expression was somber, his head hanging slightly, one hand wrapped in bandages, clearly injured in the past few days of action.
Zheng Hong had a calm expression on his face; he was not injured, but it was said that he had repeatedly fled in fear during operations, and the magicians on the official side had reported him to the temple, now well known among many.
Zheng Xia's expression was solemn, she was looking down at a hospital report, lost in thought.
