The chilling wind blew through and caused Mu Baizhi to shiver. Her expression looked extremely complicated as her eyes lingered on Bai Zhen and Bai Biao who were over seven meters away.
The Qingcheng Monastery had been hit hard and suffered heavy losses tonight. Nobody knew about the cause of the matter more than she did. Even she was perfectly aware of the fact that she was the very source of this issue. The scene of the past was now playing like a movie as they flashed inside her eyes, causing her distress and making it hard for her to breathe.
The array that enveloped the courtyard had just been broken by the impact of the fight between Tang Xiu, Bai Zhen, and Bai Biao. Yet, it made her aware of one thing—that today would become the anniversary of her death for years to come. And now, she could only ask the mysterious young man in hope that he would be able to protect and preserve the rest of Qingcheng Monastery's people.