The Mad Taoist let out a light breath: "Indeed, your life has just become bound with Li Qianzong's. If you die, the Tashan Defense Line will fall too. So, you simply can't die, but anything else is permissible."
"You understand me, Master Taoist!" Lin Xiaosu also sighed lightly.
The Wing Blade pierced through space, already flying over the Yangtze River, breaking into the Jiangnan Land...
At this moment in Jiangnan, it's the third month of spring, the grass grows tall, and the orioles fly. It is the most beautiful season of the year.
On the Wing Blade, Lin Xiaosu gazed at this beautiful scenery, yet was filled with mixed emotions. How many people are strolling in the parks of Jiangnan Land, admiring the tall grass and flying orioles? How many are still on their way to work, striving hard to provide a better life for their families?
Do they know that a catastrophic disaster is already on its way?
