"Haha, old man's back again, Divine Temple, you've kept us locked up for so many years, today let's settle our grudges," said Liu Jilin, hands on his hips, astride Qingluan, addressing the crowd below.
Qingluan circled above the altar before flying behind Dugu Qianye. While they were hovering over the altar, Liu Jilin threw something that landed on the White Jade Stone, splashing droplets of blood. While the others had no idea, Lei Fengqi recognized it was Little One, Little Two, Little Three, and Little Four.
"A gift for you all, hope you fancy it," Liu Jilin laughed out loud. "Since no one's looking after your Wuyou Island now, we took the liberty of burning it down for you."
The faces of Shen Xingzong grew darker as they glared at Dugu Qianye, wishing they could tear her to shreds. If she hadn't gone to Wuyou Island, how could their people have escaped? But they had forgotten that they were the ones who had locked her up.