w breaths were distinctly no weaker than those of a Yuan Ying cultivator, the elders, clad in robes.Lu Xiaotian's heart was deeply moved. In the mirror-like ice crystals, a group of strange people app...Cave!” The distant voice of the middle-aged Daoist nun was filled with hatred and resentment, growing fainter and fainter until the last word was barely audible.“Then that’s none of your concern!” The...