Reverse Scale

The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the half-collapsed mountain gate, and there is a sense of desolation among the broken walls. The once prestigious Ghost Spirit Sect was now in ruins. The mountain road paved with bluestones was full of cracks, and the spiritual trees on both sides were broken or toppled, with only a few left barely standing. The spiritual energy fluctuates weakly, which is in sharp contrast to the vibrant vitality of the past. The traces of the explosion in the alchemy room have not yet been cleared, and most of the hidden compartments in the Sutra Pavilion have been looted. The once vibrant medicine garden is now overgrown with weeds, and there are not many precious elixirs left. Nangong Wanjing sat on the main seat in the sect leader's hall, her slender fingers gently touching the jade token. This sect leader's order was given to her by Han Li before leaving, along with a heavy responsibility and trust. Senior Brother Han, do you know what kind of mess I have been left with? She whispered to herself, that always calm and reliable figure appearing in front of her eyes. In his memory, Han Li held her hand before leaving, his eyes firm and gentle: Wan'er, the future of Ghost Spirit Sect is entrusted to you. I believe that no one is more suitable than you to rebuild the sect. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.