As one of the few Late-Stage Golden Core elders of the Seed Puppet Sect, he enjoyed a respected position within the sect, witnessing its glory, and had never imagined such a day would come.
The majesty and honor of the Seed Puppet Sect of past days shattered like foam before his eyes.
He stood in a daze for a long time, his mind blank, as if he had lost the ability to think.
After a while, he slowly came to his senses, his forehead already covered in cold sweat.
"I can't do this!"
He suddenly stood up, a strong sense of crisis surging in his heart, "I can't stay at the Purple Mountain Association any longer!"
Celestial Wind Zhenren knew very well that if the opponent had the capability to destroy the Seed Puppet Sect, then he, a mere Late-Stage Golden Core cultivator, would be no match at all.
Once the opponent had the leisure, he, as a remnant of the Seed Puppet Sect, certainly wouldn't be spared.
Now, escaping became his only choice.
