"The Ginseng Fruit Tree has fallen!"
As Zhao Xuan was just getting ready to step outside to see what the commotion was and why the Taoist priests of Wuzhuang Temple were in such a panic—and why wave after wave of earth-shattering tremors kept rolling through—he heard those words.
His hand, which had been reaching for the door, froze mid-air. He pulled it back, returned to his straw meditation mat, and sat down to diligently refine his fifth-turn Golden Core, turning a blind eye and a deaf ear to the outside world.
Chapter 298