“We’re merely following fate. It’s foolish to stand against the tides of change.” The pursuing Quanzhen disciples had no plans on continuing the debate and soon continued their assault.0

Zhang Baojun had yet to master his martial arts and struggled to simultaneously deal with multiple opponents. Just as they were about to be captured, several rocks suddenly flew out and struck the Quanzhen disciples’ weapons. 0

The Quanzhen disciples were stunned. Who is capable of using such small pebbles to knock away all our weapons from a far distance? Is it East Heretic Huang Yaoshi?0

Two figures stepped out. The man wore a withered mask, whereas the woman looked pure and ravishing. 0

“Yang Guo, Xiaolongnu…” Some Quanzhen disciples had met Xiaolongnu back then and recognized her at a glance. They were perplexed how she hadn’t aged despite years passing, but it was normal for fairies to remain perpetually youthful.0

Zhang Baojun exclaimed, “Big brother...0