Dark clouds obscure the sky, and the sound of the qin is sorrowful.
The flowing light dancing within the grand hall is shrouded by the music, resuming their battle.
Qian San put down the Heart-Sinking Flute, his expression gloomy, and killing intent appeared in his eyes.
On the other side.
Qin Qianlian also turned around, gripping the Hand Palm Thunder.
The massive dark cloud finally descended slowly, and the Heavenly Puppet Sect members landed before the grand hall entrance.
The leader, a lean cultivator clad in a pitch-black cloak, stood alongside the woman playing the qin. To the left and right, Mo Taoist's capable subordinates, Corpse Daoist and Dog Daoist, bowed low to serve, followed by dozens of Heavenly Puppet Sect disciples standing dispersed.
"Wen Daoist."
Qian San squinted his eyes, speaking slowly.
