Shan An looked inexplicably at the Heavenly Canon Daoist Master, hesitated for a long time, but still followed the Heavenly Canon Daoist Master into the private courtyard.
For some reason, her heart was filled with unease, as if the courtyard before her was a dragon's den or tiger's lair, and once she stepped in, she would lose everything.
She was not wrong. When she stepped into the courtyard, she had actually already lost everything.
The past, the present, the future, she lost it all.
Days later, a big and small figure, two evil spirits, walked out from the courtyard; if someone familiar with Shan An was there, they would notice the smaller figure was carrying a Spiritual Artifact that Shan An never parted from.
The black courtyard door slowly closed, and two indistinct Runes were added to the shadow wall behind it.
The Heavenly Canon Daoist Master stood before the shadow wall and sighed softly.
"After ten thousand years, I still can't fathom you!"
