Li Ping'an's gaze softened considerably as he spoke in a low voice, "White Tiger now possesses the strength to battle a Golden Immortal. You two must not wander off; just hide at the back of this temple. I will return once I have eradicated the fiend of this realm."
"Mm, alright," Ningning Mu bit her lower lip, "My husband, please take good care of yourself. It's still unknown how many worlds like this exist between heaven and earth."
Wen Ling hurriedly nodded, naturally daring not to speak out in such a situation.
Li Ping'an raised his hand to touch Ningning Mu's cheek, then took a gentle breath, his form becoming ethereal as he drifted into the sky with the wind.
In the West, there is no Dao, only the harm of living beings.
By gathering incense and prayers, evil deeds are performed.
A million Dao Soldiers obliterate true nature.
Countless beings dwell in purgatory.
Today, it's time to sweep away the filth and restore purity!
