Jiang Wan's delicate brows furrowed, her beautiful eyes filled with annoyance.
Especially when she saw the originally dispersing demonic qi of Ran Qingchen gradually gathering back, the woman grew even more anxious.
Breaking free from the heart demon was certainly good.
But if they could take the opportunity to bind and purify the demonic qi from Ran Qingchen, it would be much easier to deal with later.
At least they wouldn't have to worry about him completely falling into the Asura Path,
but it's a pity that all this was ruined by that old bald monk, the Saint Buddha of the Esoteric Sect.
And his timely appearance was clearly also a carefully calculated move from the shadows.
"Old bald monk, do you really intend to let the Shura return to the world?"
Jiang Wan understood the Saint Buddha's scheming, angrily demanding, "Do you think letting the Shura bear the heavenly tribulation, you'll be able to hide and secretly ascend, deceiving the heavens?"
