In the room, the ancient tea table was set up against the window. The flowers outside the window were red, and they swayed in the wind.
The fragrance of the tea lingered from the cups on the table.
However, the surrounding air felt a little heavy.
The tea was rippling due to some power as though it would spill out of the teacup at any time.
Elder Lin felt bitter.
He had lived carefully for so many years. In the end, he had fallen into such a situation.
The Heavenly Spirit Tribe was besieged, and strange phenomena had begun happening.
The Heavenly Spirit Tribe had fallen so spectacularly that the surrounding industries were struggling.
Some people became bolder.
If he could not deal with this person, others would appear.
Usually, three cultivators at the peak of the Immortal Ascension Platform would be no problem.