Si Xiuqi raised his hand: "The Five Sects and Seven Schools are like branches from the same tree, help if you can, but..."
He frowned and looked at the sky: "It's a bit strange, especially the Heart-Clearing Four-Leaf Fruit... this also doesn't exceed my Daoist skill..."
"Push me to see the Master."
"So late..."
"It doesn't matter." A voice came from the house not far away: "I'm not asleep!"
Ye Wanqiu helplessly pushed the wheelchair over, Si Xiuqi whispered: "The Master must have noticed something unusual too."
"Oh."
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Yunding Continent, north of the Western Realm, the place illuminated by moonlight, the place where the stars shine bright, the mountains meander like a giant dragon creeping.
Demon King Court.
Whoosh—
Like a falling star, the Golden Roc, having lost its wings, lay prone on the ground, demon energy pouring forth, golden blood could not stop spilling from the broken wings, the wound surrounded by Daoist skill, unable to regenerate flesh and blood.
