Leaving his master's retreat, Qin Fang's heart felt heavy.
The Three Religions were stirring up trouble in Canglan.
'What is their ultimate goal?'
'...I'd previously suspected that my master and the others were harmed by the Blood Luo Sect.'
'But now it seems...'
'There are more possibilities now.'
'Now this Filth Land has appeared...'
'And something called the Unborn...'
He recalled the village he had seen that day, the corpses melting one by one like wax figures...
Qin Fang's eyes darkened, and he clenched his fists.
'...He wasn't even sure if he could identify the true culprit who harmed his master and the others within his lifetime...'
This filled him with an indescribable anguish!
After a very long time, he finally let out a light breath.
The great battle between his master and that 'Ji Ai Old Ghost' surfaced in his mind.
'...Too weak.'
'I'm just too weak right now.'
'It's useless to think about any of this now.'
