Back then, when Ye Wushang died in battle against the Demon God Emperor, all the warriors from the Temple Alliance had worn a white cloth as a sign of mourning. And because of that battle, the Warrior Temple gained enormously in status. But unfortunately, since that time, no other genius of Ye Wushang’s scale had ever appeared again in the Warrior Temple.
It was the first time Long Haochen saw a sculpture of Ye Wushang. His appearance wasn’t as outstanding as his fame. Actually, he looked rather close to an ordinary person. The stone Ye Wushang was inclined, his sword held horizontally in front of him. Faintly, his great spirit could be perceived.
However, after watching it for a short time, Long Haochen lightly shook his head.
The expression on Xu Zhongliang’s face changed, “Captain Long, so you…”
Long Haochen sighed with sorrow, “It’s a pity that this sculpture doesn’t portray the sword intent of Ancestor Ye Wushang. The sculpture seems close to an empty shell.”
