"Hmm?"
Lin Heng raised an eyebrow, surprised.
Filled with doubt, Lin Heng stepped out of the Daoist Temple.
At that time, the Black Bear Spirit also arrived beside him, looking baffled.
The man and the demon looked toward the foot of the mountain.
There, a breathtaking figure in white was kneeling, pleading.
Beside her, a pale figure in green whose life or death was uncertain, and next to her a little sparrow demon with low cultivation, constantly wiping its tears.
"Why have they come here?"
The Black Bear Spirit looked puzzled.
Lin Heng furrowed his brows tightly.
The White Snake seemed to hear the Black Bear Spirit's voice. Although her cultivation had diminished greatly, she was still within the Great Power Realm and could see the figure at the Daoist Temple's entrance through the concealment of the White Cliff Mountain's grand array.
