Another month passed.0

in a remote area within the south of Silkfloss Province, a figure in a green robe was fleeing at top speed, pursued by a dark silhouette. The two figures streaked across the wilderness, one chasing, one running.0

The one being chased was an elder of the Holy Tree Temple, Mu Chen. Though he could usually fly, he seemed too badly wounded to do so now. His pursuer, shrouded in a haze of poisonous vapor, was clearly from the Black Lotus Cult.0

“Mu Chen,” the dark figure called out, “the wise choose to serve the winning side. Why oppose the will of Heaven?”0

“Cough… And you call yourselves Heaven?” Mu Chen spat.0

“We fight alongside the Son of Heaven. If we’re not Heaven, who is?”1

“Evil degenerates…must be exterminated!” Mu Chen retorted between wheezing coughs.0

He was visibly exhausted, but his eyes glinted with confidence. He had lured Peng Ming, an elder of the Black Lotus Cult, out here to finish him off with a trap. Hidden nearby was another elder from the Holy Tree Temple, poised to strike. If the two of them attacked together, they could certainly bring Peng Ming down.0

Before long, his accomplice revealed himself—Liu Wenlou, a fifth rank expert of the Liu Clan. Although the Liu CLan had once been aligned with the Jing Clan, they were currently joining forces with the Holy Tree Temple to fight external enemies. Mu Chen spun around and hurled what looked like a paperweight wreathed in green light. It tore through the air toward Peng Ming like a falling star.0

From Peng Ming’s sleeve emerged a banner-like spirit artifact...0