"Longevity Sect?" Li Changqing felt the name sounded somewhat familiar.
He immediately remembered the mysterious ancient painting he entered before, and how the Ghost Race had mentioned the Longevity Sect.
Xu Muhai narrated what happened when he encountered the Longevity Sect.
"If it weren't for the wooden carving suppression you made, Brother Changqing, I might have been killed by that Longevity Sect." Xu Muhai still felt lingering fear.
"It sounds like some sort of evil cult," Li Changqing said helplessly. "It's a pity that the Earth-Zang King Bodhisattva I gave you can only suppress, not eliminate. Didn't Mu Qingge say she would find a way when she returned? Doesn't the Medical King Valley have a solution?"
"I've already sent a letter to the Medical King Valley, but there's still no news." Xu Muhai was quite worried.
"Is Saint Heng really alright?"
Xu Muhai: "..."
In Xu Muhai's view, Li Changqing was undoubtedly doting on his child like a madman.
