723 Clean House

In a dream amidst verdant fields, Qian Wangsun bowed his head with a sense of guilt and said to Jiaojiao before him, "I'm sorry, Great Elder, I've let you down."

The Jiaojiao before him looked as though her skin was still taut, but her head of hair had turned snow-white, and an air of authority was emanating from her face, evidently an older version of Jiaojiao.

She lay on a tree branch, her eyes gazing distractedly at the withering twigs before her. Upon hearing Qian Wangsun's words, she suddenly let out a sigh.

Jiaojiao said softly, "I once believed that Zhou Bai and you were the most outstanding disciples that the Three Pure Dao Sect had nurtured since Heavenly Dao became twisted. Yet now, one of you has joined the Heavenly Demon, and the other has joined the Sky Flipping Sect."

Qian Wangsun parted his lips, intending to say something, but he realized that anything he could say at this moment would be so pale and weak. In the end, all he could do was bow his head once again.