Ping'an Town is just thirty miles away, not far, about an hour's drive.
Moreover, Fuyuan Temple is also there, just the right time to verify my thoughts.
What?
With these words, everyone was stunned, their astonished gazes fixed on Lu Xuan, even the three Taoists who thought they were doomed were no exception.
The elder Taoist's cloudy eyes flickered with a hint of incredulous delight, thinking to himself: Could it be... could my earlier words about the dangers of the ancient tomb really have persuaded this lawless warlord?
May the ancestors bless!
The Feng Shui Master beside him was also frozen on the spot, his mouth slightly open, almost thinking he misheard.
The marshal mobilized such a great force, bringing almost all his possessions to the foot of Jiangjun Mountain, set up the formation, and even pointed the gun at the Taoist's forehead, forced the cultivation technique out, and now... now he's just going to withdraw?
Coming back in a few days? What's this about?
