In the unfathomable depths of the Divine Ruins stood an ancient Daoist monastery.0

Morning sunlight spilled across the stone steps, fresh and clear after the light rain the night before. A middle-aged man in a Daoist robe ascended slowly. With a bucket of water in hand, he was making his way back into the monastery in silence. He had a distinguished appearance, and his brows were furrowed as though weighed down by some unspoken worry.0

At that moment, another man in a Daoist robe stepped out from a side door. His expression was blank, and his eyes looked aloof and cold. He carried an empty bucket, appearing to be heading out to fetch water.0

The two men kept their heads down.0

Just as their shoulders brushed past each other, the stone-faced man suddenly stopped and said in a low voice, "It’s the end for Penglai."0

Tap.0

The man with furrowed brows stopped abruptly and said in a firm voice, "Lu Cang, did you tell the Mount Shu Sect something?"0

"The Divine Ruins...0