In the morning of the central holy city, the hazy white fog is shrouded in the sky, covering the central holy city with a layer of mysterious veil. If there is any, it appears as if it is the central holy city, as if it is an unreal existence.

the two figures of Yanwu temple stand side by side. One figure seems to have some vicissitudes. His eyes are looking at the sky in the distance.

"Alas!"

that sigh, as if there is endless loneliness, unspeakable sorrow.

"elder, why do you sigh?"

Jiang Fangrun frowned and asked in doubt. As soon as Jiang Meigu came back, he looked very upset!...