"Qing Yu······"
Elder Shiming sat dejectedly on the ground, looking up at the white-haired Taoist who held dominion over his life and death.
Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, the wheel of fortune turns. But it hasn't been thirty years yet, has it? Once under Elder Shiming's command, Xuantian could now slay him with a mere gesture.
"Aren't you curious about the secret of the great calamity?"
Elder Shiming desperately wanted to live. He had done so much to stay alive. For this, he sacrificed countless treasures, worthy or disdainful.
This included the betrayal of his former direct disciple Wen Xisheng, as well as taking over the body of his closed-door disciple Qiao Baixuan.
Outsiders thought Elder Shiming had only one direct disciple, Qiao Baixuan. But in truth, that was only because he had hidden information about Wen Xisheng.
