Li Qinghe no longer dared to strike anywhere near Luodu. Instead, he waited until Tang Changsheng had returned to the General's Temple before coming to take revenge.
Of course, that also had something to do with his injuries. He had spent all this time recovering and was still far from healed!
But he did not understand how desperately Elder Yuan and the others wanted the Golden Elixir, or how desperately they wanted a few more years of life. If he killed Tang Changsheng, he would snuff out their hope.
In their disappointment and towering rage, they would resort to ruthless measures far beyond anything Li Qinghe could imagine.
In other words, however much Li Qinghe wanted to spare his Master's Sect, the moment he did such a thing, it was bound to be dragged in.
Poor Li Qinghe had not thought of that at all. Or perhaps, with anger burning through him, he simply refused to think about it.
The Blood-Robed Daoist beside him understood his state of mind perfectly. A strange smile touched his lips!
However unwilling Li Qinghe might be, from the moment the Daoist had saved him, he had been left with only one path: opposition to Great Chu. There was no second road!
One of the world's foremost masters had actually been driven into rebellion by those foolish, self-serving men in power...
The thought made the Blood-Robed Daoist all the more pleased. He pointed toward the foot of Yin and Yang Mountain and said, "It seems those elite Ghost Creature soldiers couldn't accomplish much. Who would have thought they'd prove so useful against ordinary people..."
At that moment, hundreds upon hundreds of civilians had gathered below Yin and Yang Mountain, panic written across every face.
Some wore formal clothes, while others were barefoot in their nightclothes,