Midnight.
Shangjing City, White Crane Temple.
Inside a secluded alchemy room, a tall figure swayed gracefully in the flickering firelight.
"The Great Spirit Sect King has escaped his tribulation. I didn't expect this setback, losing soldiers and generals, even Thunder Prison…"
At this moment, a middle-aged Daoist spoke, his words heavy with a hint of regret.
"Divine Demon Holy Embryo, the fiercest in all the land, such an existence is not easily extinguished from this world. So-called tribulation is just his great medicine for longevity."
Suddenly, a leisurely voice echoed, like a gentle breeze, as bright as the moon, naturally harmonious and without the slightest ripple.
"He isn't dead… perhaps his offspring is not dead either…"
The middle-aged Daoist lifted his gaze slightly, speaking with deep meaning.
