In Taichang Temple, the sound of pages flipping came to a sudden stop.
Someone stood up and pushed the door open.
Outside the door, the brilliant golden sunset scattered on the ground, casting its golden glow on the person in a clean monk's robe who looked far into the distance with a deep gaze towards the north of Purple Cloud City.
"What powerful Spiritual Energy."
The person murmured to himself, his voice gentle and warm like a spring breeze.
Such powerful Spiritual Energy!
Grandmaster Jin's pupils constricted fiercely, his aged face filled with disbelief.
Could it be that the Spiritual Energy comes from...
He was speechless, his eyes turned towards the arena.
On the arena, the battle was completely one-sided.
Zhang Zhiqing's eyes flashed fiercely, and her arms struck out like Jiao Long, with two streams of True Qi attacking Xin Lin.
But just when Zhang Zhiqing thought she saw the dawn of victory.
Suddenly, the skies and earth changed color.
