A night passed.
The morning sun rose, the mountain forest peaceful and serene.
Occasionally, the chirping of birds could be heard, crisp and pleasant.
The entire Wuliang Daoist Temple was utterly silent.
From a bird's eye view, the large Wuliang Daoist Temple was in disarray, the main gate shattered, walls collapsed, and every room showed signs of being ransacked, with not a single person in sight.
It was as if it had been raided by mountain bandits.
At this moment, two figures, faces filled with suspicion, stood tall on top of a structure within Wuliang Daoist Temple, looking down at the entire scene.
"Wuliang Daoist Temple has been annihilated? How could this be?"
An elderly man dressed in a snow-white robe, short and stout, spoke in disbelief.
"Strange!"
The thin, bamboo-like old man beside him spoke in a cold tone.
"Let's go over and take a look."
The short and stout elder said.
Swish! Swish!
