Yang Ling's voice just fell, and a bright brilliance rose on the tower. The brilliance condensed into a woman, whose breath was dense and her face could not be seen clearly.

the woman's voice was cold, without smoke and fire: "it's the new hall Lord. It's a long way to go."

Yang Ling said with a smile, "today I learned the name of the fairy, so I came to visit you."

xuanbing fairy said, "it's a fake visit. The temple master should come to collect the Houtu flag, right?"

with a smile, Yang Ling looked as usual: "now that I am in charge of the power of the temple leader,...