The great statue standing in the center of the valley shone brightly.
Under the protective barrier, someone shouted, "Look! The Mountain Granny has manifested!"
Just now, Hu Zhile had instantly taken down Liang Shizhen with a fast move, too fast for the villagers to see clearly.
At this moment, the demon wind was so fierce it seemed like the mountains might collapse and the ground might crack. They were somewhat fearful and stopped capturing people and gathering firewood, instead kneeling collectively to beg the Mountain Granny for protection.
"Which fellow cultivator is visiting Shiliang Village, troubling us mere mortals?" An old voice echoed amidst the gusts of demon wind.
The next second, a white-haired, kindly looking old lady appeared in the black vortex.
She leaned on a phoenix-headed cane, wearing a blue and white cloud-patterned robe, standing beside Liang Shizhen. After glancing at the wound on his chest, her face turned somber.
