Wangshan Temple.
The mountains were high and the forests secluded. The ancient temple stood atop the peak, hidden among the clouds.
The occasional melodious toll of a bell drifted through the air, making the place seem like a paradise on earth.
However... every citizen of Zhenyang City knew that calling Wangshan Temple a paradise might have been normal three years ago.
Now, every inch of these stone steps was stained with blood, every stair paved with bones.
Many people who could no longer survive in Zhenyang City fled toward Wangshan Temple, only to be hunted down by demons on the steps.
Within the ancient temple, weeds grew wild and thorns covered the ground.
An old monk sat withered before a Buddha statue, chanting sutras with his eyes closed.
Tap. Tap.
Footsteps sounded, unusually loud within the main hall.
With his eyes still closed, the abbot of Wangshan Temple stopped chanting. "Why has this honored guest come?"
Though he had not opened his eyes, merely from the difference in the footsteps, he knew their owner was neither one of his disciples nor a demon.
"Qi Yuan of the Demon Suppression Division. I came to ask you about something."
Qi Yuan looked calmly at the abbot of Wangshan Temple.
This abbot appeared to have paralyzed legs, and his cultivation was at the peak of the Qi Blood Realm.
Qi Yuan reckoned that if not for the problem with his legs, the abbot would likely have reached the Jade Blood Realm by now.
"May I ask what brings you here, benefactor?" The abbot of Wangshan Temple remained composed, showing no fear at the name of the Demon Suppression Division.
"Flower Demon Man Luo. I want to know where she is." Qi Yuan did not waste words.
The previously calm abbot revealed a pained