At this moment, a thousand miles away from the Bat King Temple, within a deep mountain earth cave, a Daoist with a bone hairpin in his hair and wearing a black robe stared at a broken jade pendant in his hand, frowning silently.
He is a disciple of the Hun Cheng Sect under the Demon Sect, dispatched by his master to guard this place.
This is also a tough task; all the prohibition arrays set up by the sect within tens of thousands of miles are under his watch.
Earlier, he suddenly sensed that a talisman placed long ago by the sect had dimmed, but judging by its layout, who knows how many years it has been, and it's essentially useless.
But according to sect regulations, even if that arrangement has long been abandoned, he cannot ignore it.
