Princess Qingyuan, Li Yingxuan, did not even trust her sister Li Shu, whom she had lived with for decades, let alone outsiders.
There was only one exception.
Ah Nan Tu!
Once the Hall Master of Profound Flame Hall, now her personal bodyguard.
With two blades in hand, Ah Nan Tu hacked his way through, driving away a flock of Nether Death Crows to enter a Divine Temple.
"Over a thousand years have passed, this city has nearly become a monster's nest!"
Seeing the mountain of crow dung, Ah Nan Tu frowned and unleashed flames with a wave of his hand.
As the dung burned, thick smoke billowed, and the stench was overwhelming.
"This is the most important Holy Land of Yama Sect, yet they only dare to let monsters roam, not allowing any living person to enter."
Li Yingxuan's long sleeves flared, and a gust of wind swept away the smoke as she spoke:
"It seems the Sect Leader of Yama Sect doesn't trust his own disciples, no wonder it's fallen to such a state."
"Commandery Princess."
