Divine Temple.
Outside the shrine of Rain Hall, a disciple was standing guard when a sudden, faint snap came from inside. The guard's nerves twitched, and he stiffly turned his head to glance inside.
"This can't be a coincidence, right? Why does it always happen on my shift?"
Although he was anxious, he still braced himself to enter. Once he saw the shattered Life Token, he rubbed his eyes and muttered, "I must have seen it wrong, I must have..."
But no matter how much he denied it, the broken Life Token was still the highest-ranking one, and the name on it was still Yu Batian.
"This, this, this is a disaster... the Hall Master's Life Token is shattered..."
The murder of Yu Batian plunged the busy Divine Temple into even more chaos. Shen Xingzong, who were usually detached, rarely lost their temper with their subordinates. The other three halls chuckled to themselves at the successive mishaps of Rain Hall, especially Fen Jian, whose heart was almost laughing spasms.