"In that case, we might as well play along with their game and catch the demons from Tianmen Gate and the White Lotus Cult in one fell swoop when they all gather here!" Yuanming brought his palms together and performed a Buddhist bow toward the empty air.
Though he had managed to snatch a glimmer of survival from the jaws of a desperate situation, Yuanming still could not bring himself to feel happy.
With the Marquis of Southern Suppression standing idly by and Tianmen Gate and the White Lotus pressing closer step by step, internal trouble and external threat intertwined; once a full-scale battle broke out, no one knew how many innocent lives would be lost.
Chapter 51