It is said that over the years, Jinlan Mountain only had one adventurer fall, and that one unfortunate soul was mainly due to bad luck and a series of unfortunate events.
Yu Ziqing didn't care about any of that. He walked into the small temple, where the Yang-destroying Devil lay there as usual, seemingly waiting for death outside of the beheading season.
"I'm here, and you have no reaction?"
"Oh." The red cloth on the Yang-destroying Devil's shrine shook slightly.
"You didn't think I'd forgotten about you, did you? I specifically came to Jiachen City just in case something happens, so you could witness it firsthand."
This time, Yu Ziqing's voice grew noticeably louder and more justified.
He truly hadn't forgotten about the Yang-destroying Devil this time.
"But that guy coming out of the mud pit has no lower limits, calling himself a cesspool.
I really have no way to completely obliterate him.
