"But no one serves the thousand-year-old holy fire in my church, and there are signs of extinguishing it. I have no choice but to be as happy as you, don't you want to reappear for your son's life?

Your son’s life is life, but the lives of millions of people from the Holy Fire Sect are not life?

There is no such truth in the world!”

The long street under the moon is extremely silent for a moment.

"The sacred fire of light binds you to wait for a thousand years. In my opinion, it is a good thing to destroy it. If the sacred fire is extinguished, you may not be going to seek death."

Zhang Moye held the cat and stood up, he said:

"Go back to the Western Regions, Brother Tao. You are a senior like the world, so you should also be decent, so don't fight with the younger generations and demote yourself.

Is that good?"

"good!"

The old man Taohua pointed the peach stick in his hand on the ground, and he said:

"I will go back to the Holy Volcano and ignore all the affairs of the world. But Zhang Moye, I will give you face and leave my younger brother alone.

However, this search for people is related to the thousand-year inheritance of my teachings, and I cannot sit idly by and watch.

I won't do it myself, but if someone finds my saint, I will send it back to the Holy Volcano.

Even you must not interfere!”

Under the moonlight, the two looked at each other for a moment. Zhang Moye nodded. He turned around and jumped into the air. Under the cold moon, his robe swayed, and he disappeared into the night with an ups and downs.

Although the person left, the sound remains here.
Chapter completed!