Zhaodong City, Han Yu gazes towards the east.
The commotion just now was immense, even in the city dozens of miles away, people could see the lightning repeatedly striking the eastern sky.
"Never thought even a neutral Sect like the Celestial Secret Tower wouldn't be peaceful."
Han Yu grimaces and shakes his head with a sigh.
"In a scuffle, isn't it always default to pick on the neutrals first?"
The Artifact Spirit pursed its lips.
Neutrality is the most thankless position; both sides fear you'll turn against them at any time, who else would they pick to target?
"A fortune-telling Sect, not even they can catch a break?"
Han Yu thinks, this world really doesn't give people a way to survive! Even fortune-tellers face calamities at home.
What a sin!
The Artifact Spirit clicked its tongue repeatedly, it doesn't find anything wrong with the situation, it's part of being a Cultivator to endure such an environment.
Moreover...
