"Abbot, are you really going to release him?"
The Eighteen Copper Arhats had arrived beside him at some unknown time, their expressions complex and their words hesitant.
"Otherwise? Are we to expect our ancestral masters to retrieve the Great Sun Subduing Dragon Pestle?"
Dust Concealment's eyes were cold and sinister.
The last time he was absent, half of Lingyin Temple was moved away.
And last time, with the arrival of Wudang's foundation, these two events had already made him see through his own ancestral masters.
The honor and disgrace, rise and fall of Lingyin Temple, they simply do not care!
They still harbor the delusion of ascension.
It's impossible for them to come out of seclusion to avenge Lingyin Temple!
And now, Jinshan Temple has already been completely destroyed.
Little Sumeru Mountain sits high above the clouds, unwilling to heed his requests.
