Bab 184: Swords Like Dragons

Zhong Yue walked into the ruined temple, it was devastated for a long time and gradually fell into a state of disrepair. However, from the murals on the walls, he could see the glorious moments of this celestial race, the days where they were at the peak of their times.

In the temple, an old and tottering elder walked over while supporting himself on a walking stick, and there was a young lady assisting him by the arm, gazing over at Zhong Yue.

This lady, is she the last celestial of the Ying Zhao Race that Elder Shui had have saved before?

The young lady was about sixteen or seventeen years of age, looking only a year or two older than himself.