Her figure appeared at the top of the stairs, a heavy step resounded, and the entire Bell and Drum Tower trembled several times.
The pressure on her body suddenly lightened, and Su Pan'er's center of gravity unsteady, she almost fell.
With a sweep of her gaze, she saw not far ahead, a figure sitting cross-legged—it was none other than Monk Liao Jue.
Monk Liao Jue sat cross-legged, chanting sutras under his breath.
A cold light flashed in Su Pan'er's eyes!
Old and new hatred surged into her heart.
"Liao Jue, the time has come for our grievances to be settled!"
Su Pan'er spoke in a heavy voice, stepping forward slightly with the moment.
On the surface, her look was calm, but in secret, she had already mobilized all her mental power, fully focused on Liao Jue's every move.
Memories of the past came flooding back.
Liao Jue stopped chanting and slowly opened his eyes.
"What was bound to come has finally arrived."