Li Jing held his sword, one hand holding the pagoda, and walked out of the grand hall to take charge.
Outside Wuzhuang Temple, Zhen Yuanzi, the Ancestor of Earth Immortals, stood alone, looking up at the sky with a sorrowful expression.
The previous resistance against the Witch Tribe was so formidable at Wuzhuang Temple.
But today, the loose cultivators at Wuzhuang Temple have long scattered, leaving only him to hold on alone.
