"No matter what, I will fully support the Sect Master, even if it means giving up my Dongfang Qing's two thousand years of cultivation."
Dongfang Qing's eyes were resolute.
At that moment, a warning signal resounded through Tianyong Mountain.
A flare shot into the sky, transforming into a blooming blue lotus.
Upon seeing this signal, Dongfang Qing turned into a blue light and shot out of the Heavenly God Residence.
At the foot of Tianyong Mountain.
A lean man stood on the tree leaves, resembling a dragonfly.
This man had a full head of black hair, a bushy beard, and a green bamboo cane at his waist. Despite his somewhat frail stature, he had a rough-hewn image.
He was holding a jug of fine wine in one hand and had a chicken in his mouth.
Behind him were no fewer than a thousand cultivators.
These cultivators wore black robes, black caps, wielding bizarre and deformed weapons, their eyes filled with indifference.
