On this day, a sudden heavy pressure emanated from outside the Jingxin Pavilion, and Bai Changqing's eyes flashed with a sharp light as he got up to meet it.
From the direction of the mountain gate, Chu Renxiong strode in, donned in an earthy yellow Daoist robe, carrying in his left hand a figure bound by Profound Iron chains.
It was Celestial Venerable Xiaoyao, his Daoist robe in tatters, blood at the corner of his mouth, his Primordial Spirit firmly suppressed by several runes, completely powerless to resist.
"Fellow Daoist Chu!"
Bai Changqing hurried forward, his gaze scanning Chu Renxiong's body, anxiously asking:
"Where is the other one?"
Chu Renxiong's face flashed a trace of regret as he heavily threw Celestial Venerable Xiaoyao to the ground, the chains dragged with an ear-piercing clatter:
