One of them is an overseas fierce dragon, the other an earth head serpent.
Adding the two Daoist officials stationed at the County City, the White Sun Sect, which has not yet shown any traces, and the Four Reversals Sect lurking everywhere, a storm seems to be brewing.
"Small temple, big demon wind; shallow pond, many turtles."
Zhu Mingyu said intriguingly, shifting his gaze in the direction of the Nu Yun River, as Chunyu Cultivator, wielding the Divine Soldier, the Nanming Li Fire Sword, suddenly arrived at Yihai Prefecture.
Is it really just for the White Sun Sect?
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"The White Sun Sect... what exactly is the Master's true identity?"
In the backyard of the Inheritance Hall, as Bai Qi finished practicing, the ink talisman shook repeatedly, revealing lines of clear, increasing progress.
His erect posture sat cross-legged in the pavilion at the heart of the lake, with the misty water vapor swirling into fog, a rhythm like a funnel spinning, vibrating continuously.
