Fahai has truly lost his mind this time.
Not only has he brought forth Jinshan Temple's greatest treasure, the Dragon-Subduing Golden Bowl, but he has also borrowed the golden manifestations of the Eighteen Arhats from Lingshan. Dark clouds shroud the entire West Lake, and thunder rolls across the sky as if the end of the world has come.
"Huanxi, I'm afraid things are looking grim this time." Bai Suzhen tightly grips my hand, her fingertips icy cold.
Chapter 50