He was dressed in a moon-white robe with dark patterns and wide sleeves, carrying himself with poise and grace, truly embodying "as bright as the sun and moon embracing the world, as solemn as the wind under the pine trees."
Zhang Xian was very young, not yet two hundred years old, but he was already a powerhouse in the Divine Soul Realm.
"Why?" Lin Daoyuan asked.
"There's hatred in my heart!" Zhang Xian's face was jade-like, his voice clear.
Lin Daoyuan fell silent!
Hatred in Zhang Xian's heart?
Hatred for what? Naturally, it was the Nether Prison Sect!
The Wuxiang Sect suffered heavy losses due to the war with the Nether Prison Sect, and among those who died in the battle were his friends, mentors, fellow disciples, and his younger generations.
His hatred for the Nether Prison Sect is not surprising; it would be strange if he didn't hate them.
But can the Three Sects of the Sea of Spirit fight against the Nether Prison Sect?
