Tang Jinnian was locked in a fierce battle by the western suspension bridge.0

Not a single person involved in the commotion noticed that a faint figure, as nimble as a spirit monkey,[1] skillfully climbed through a narrow window into the great hall.0

Flowerless Butterfly crouched on the ground and took a deep breath as she began to survey her surroundings. She had entered a small room that only contained a table, a stool, and a bed that had a neatly folded Daoist robe on it. It appeared to be merely a room for an ordinary disciple of the Five Gods Summit.0

Rao Shuang stood up and walked to the table, where several books bound with thread were scattered haphazardly. She casually picked one up and flipped through it, discovering that although it contained records of corpse refining and nurturing...0