"You may leave now, I understand."
Wang Ye waved his hand at him.
His expression also became somewhat solemn.
Hui Xing gazed at Wang Ye's back, that silhouette was as majestic as a Heavenly God, standing there, he felt a tremendous sense of oppression.
After exiting the Heaven God Temple, his expression finally relaxed.
Wang Ye stood silently by the window, hands at his sides, watching the large snowflakes fly past outside.
His gaze became deepened.
"The Demon Sect has many disciples, no less than a hundred thousand. The war between righteousness and the Demons has never ceased, even after fighting for five thousand years, it has not eradicated the Path of Demons. Why is that?"
Thinking about these questions, Wang Ye felt that this matter was not as simple as imagined.
Thus, he summoned the Seven Great Peak Masters for a meeting in the Heaven God Temple.
The Heaven God Temple was well-lit, contrasting sharply with the frozen world outside the window.
