By the lakeside of Heavenly Pool, the Wu Temple Mountain people gathered together, not rushing to patrol the mountain, as if the thief in the heart of the lake wouldn't escape as long as Wu Kezhi took action.
Next to the shabby grass hut, Uncle Changsheng bent over picking up the usable things from the ground, picking and picking, because there were too few usable items, he despairingly threw everything back to the ground.
He looked at the distant birds and beasts lowering their heads to drink water by the Heavenly Pool, and then at his dismantled grass hut, he said with concern: "In the middle of winter, it's only a few days until New Year's Eve. How are we supposed to get through? Being daring enough to dismantle my Martial Temple Mountain Gate, there's only one in the entire world. When Wu Kezhi drags his corpse back, I will hang it up at Taide Archway for all to see!"
