"Took the wrong path?"
Lin Heng heard this, and with great bravado, waved his hand and said:
"An encounter is fate, and those who come are guests. What's all this about taking the wrong path or not?"
"Come, come, let's have a good chat first."
With a hospitable expression, Lin Heng clenched his fist, with a faint golden glow emanating from it.
"Are you sure you're treating me as a guest with that stance?"
The Evil Spirit City God couldn't help but twitch its mouth, its dignified red face akin to Guan Gong's, now as dark as water.
It really wanted to curse at the sky.
Why the hell is this guy at Qingfeng Temple?
You've got to be kidding me, are you haunting me like an unending ghost?
It was utterly convinced.
As a Great Demon that has dominated Chang City for three hundred years, it knows the local temples and daoist temples inside out!
Just like this Qingfeng Temple before it.
