After all, the situation on Yu's side was unclear, but the Crimson Powder Bride had sent Qiu out.
Now the other side was all alone, and at the same cultivation level, he couldn't withstand Senior Sister Li and Yan Minghua together.
That remained true even if the Crimson Powder Bride had laid countless formations and traps throughout her territory.
Now, all that remained was to confirm how much of her cultivation had recovered. If her power hadn't recovered beyond the Void-Integration stage, he would have Senior Sister Li and Yan Minghua strike at once, destroy her gravestone, and eliminate her first!
Once the Crimson Powder Bride was out, only Yu would remain. Dealing with him would be much easier...
At the thought, Pei Ling swept his robe aside and sat cross-legged before the gravestone. He closed his eyes and waited quietly.
...Yan Hui Valley.
"Zhao Family Great Immortal Temple."
The little temple wasn't large, but it had everything one could need.
Judging by the traces all around, the place seemed to have weathered countless vicissitudes and stood for a very long time. Yet not a speck of dust could be seen; the windows were bright and the floors spotless, everything neat and clean.
Incense smoke curled through the air. The faint sound of murmured sutras drifted out, making one hold their breath and grow reverent without even realizing it.
Fu Xuanxu entered the temple with a calm expression. The moment he stepped over the threshold, he heard a bang as the door behind him slammed shut on its own, though there was no wind.
He frowned slightly and looked back. The pitch-black doors were shut tight, without so much as a crack between them, and the bolt on the other side had already been slid into place.
The surroundings were