At that moment, Lin Fan was astonished and shaken by the news.
"Why did Pretty Sister attack the Western Sect?!" he asked, utterly baffled.
Yue Chan rolled her eyes at him, her tone tinged with jealousy. "Why else? Because someone from the Western Sect ambushed you with the Soul-Suppressing Bell in the Spirit World."
"Huh? Just for that..." Lin Fan froze. He had barely taken that incident to heart, planning to exact revenge himself later.
After all, his talk of stripping Golden Cicada's wings to make clothes was no idle boast. He truly intended to do it.
He simply had not expected Pretty Sister to be so fierce, storming the Western Sect for his sake to kill the man who had ambushed him.
"No, I have to do something too!"
Sumeru Province was a vast province, teeming with living beings and countless races. Innumerable cultivators flourished there like a hundred flowers blooming in competition, making it an exceedingly prosperous land.
At the same time, this province housed a mighty power that could make even the Upper Realm tremble: the Western Sect.
The sect stood upon a mountain range that towered into the clouds and pierced the heavens. Its magnificent grandeur left all who looked upon it awestruck.
Clouds and mist wreathed the mountaintops, sometimes drifting like delicate gauze, sometimes churning endlessly like billowing smoke.
Especially when the temples atop the mountains radiated Buddhist light, the clouds and mist took on a dazzling array of colors. Dreamlike and breathtakingly beautiful, the sight made one feel as though one had entered an immortal paradise.
At night, the stars shone brilliantly, like jewels embedded in the black canopy of the sky, seemingly close enough to touch with an outstretched hand.
Yet today, someone had attacked the gates of this pure land. Such