Sparrow God Central Tower.
The thunderous sound in the dim sky grew louder, the celestial light that seemed to tear through clouds and mist dissipated once more, and the rain fell like a deluge.
Yet this torrential downpour could not touch the silhouettes upon the ruins in the slightest.
At the center of the ruins, Tang Quandao, with black braids hanging behind and clad in a cyan tunic robe, stood with his hands behind his back and suddenly opened his eyes.
His gaze contained the sharpness of swords, staring toward the top of the tower.
Immediately, the others also sensed something abnormal and looked up.
Indeed, the next moment, a brilliant azure light emerged atop the tower, swirling into a portal.
A peach-faced man in black robes leisurely and silently stepped out, looking down as he said calmly, "Gentlemen, sorry to keep you waiting."
"Holy Saint, have you finished dealing with urgent matters?"
