"One man's selfishness can actually bring a whole nation to its grave?"
Chen Ping opened his eyes, a distant rainbow light approached from afar.
With a deafening roar, it suddenly became silent as it came near, transforming into a point of circular light, which he swallowed whole.
"Riding the wind with a sword, vanquishing demons between Heaven and Earth."
Chen Ping let out a long sigh, recalling the scene he witnessed earlier, feeling immense lament in his heart.
One can only say, reality is too absurd, even more outrageous than what is depicted in stories.
"Ji Tang has met his end, and Yujing has been taken down. It was largely due to the intervention of Monk Baoshu from the Wuxiang Zen Temple and Venerable Chi Yang from the Pure Yang Sword Sect…"
Saying this, there was still a trace of reluctance in Chen Ping's eyes.
"Just a little bit more, and the Ji Family ancestor could draw out the fortune of Yujing for a hundred miles..."
