In an old residential building in the west of the city, one could smell the thick scent of blood. Fortunately, these were houses that were about to be demolished, so there was no need to worry about being discovered.
At the moment, only a few families were still living here. On the rooftop, an old man in a purple robe was sitting cross-legged.
A jade pendant floated in front of him.
It was the jade pendant of the Ye family of the Kunlun Mountains!
The jade pendant flickered with light, and traces of spiritual energy continuously flowed into the purple-robed old man's body.
Suddenly, the purple-robed old man opened his eyes and spat out a mouthful of red blood.
If Ye Chen was here, he would definitely realize that this old man was Elder Zheng!
Elder Zheng looked at the bloodstains on the ground and stood up with his hands on the ground. His gaze was extremely cold.
No one had ever made him suffer such serious injuries!
Ever!