Wu Ya Zen and Alchemist Bai Lu were both amused by Zhou Xuan's yin-yang strange Qi,
only Fish Monk remained injured.
"That's my... that's my Green and Red Fish... Zhou Xuan... that's my Green and Red Fish."
"By tomorrow, it'll be named Zhou."
Zhou Xuan was full of smiles...
...
In the Mahayana Temple, the God Traveling Department of Yellow Field Prefecture—primarily composed of "Bitter Ghosts"—slaughtered all the man-eating mountain spirits and wild ghosts in the tower,
blood mist filled everywhere,
looking up from the mountain's base, it seemed like a layer of blood-colored fog had encircled the mountainside.
It seemed the heavens were in tune with worldly affairs, as it coincidentally began to rain.
The rain started with just a few bean-sized drops, then poured like someone was splashing with a ladle, finally evolving into a torrential downpour.
Under the deluge, many green leaves from the trees were knocked down.
