"Biluodong Tiancihangzun, Taiyi God of Changle World."
In a corner of Changzhen City, a weak land justice was fighting hard with his remaining incense power.
"Subjugate demons and relieve disasters, rescue the poor and the souls of the dead."
"It's so difficult!"
Cheng An complained.
Who would have thought that such an evil thing could be worshiped in a small teahouse.
