"Your servant Zhen Yuanzi!"
"Your servant, Queen Mother of the West!"
"We pay respects to the Crown Prince!"
Zhen Yuanzi and the Queen Mother of the West, who had long been waiting here, saw Zhao Feng appear and immediately stepped forward, performing the bow of ministers with solemn respect. They had long since become a part of Qin; naturally, when meeting Zhao Feng they had to salute.
"Rise." Zhao Feng lifted his hand slightly, his gaze sweeping over the inferno-on-earth-like scene outside the temple. His brows knit faintly: "Speak. What exactly has happened?"
Zhen Yuanzi's face showed bitter helplessness; he let out a long sigh: "Your Highness, you have seen it yourself."
"The Tribulation Qi over the Nan Zhanbu Continent is now so dense that it has surpassed this poor Daoist's imagination. Though I am a Quasi-Saint, I can only barely protect this Wuzhuang Temple as a patch of pure land."
