The other side
Inside the Martial God Temple
Shang Yanting descended from the sky. Seeing the heavily wounded Red Robed Divine Servants all around him, as if facing a great enemy, his brows knit slightly. But compared to the Shang Yanting from the original work, he was better at hiding his emotions. His gaze fell on Karl within the crowd; with a gentle bearing and mild tone he asked, "Senior Karl, about what I entrusted you with a month ago—may I ask, where is Xi Tong?"
Karl looked at the man before him dressed in a moon‑white robe, completely different from the god of slaughter he had been the day before, and his brow jumped violently. Not only Karl, even Mo Hongyun and several Red robed Cultivators noticed the difference between the two, suspicion rising in their hearts.
Of course, there were also some blind fools.
"What are you pretending for over there?"
"Didn't you already take her away?"
