West Temple Hall.
Inside the hall was a mess, with scraps scattered all over the place.
For example, jade scroll fragments engraved with text, torn pages of books, and pieces of clothing.
There were several small rooms inside the hall, all similar.
"I say, if you think it's useless, just leave it alone. Why make a mess?"
Jiang Fan picked up a fragment of a jade scroll.
It was engraved with Buddhist text, likely a Buddhist cultivation technique.
But it had been destroyed.
The Evil Spirit retorted, "Hey, hey, hey, don't blame everything on me."
"Back in the day, the Tiger Demon Emperor and I only took the good stuff."
"We didn't touch anything else."
"It must have been others who came later and ransacked the place."
It looked towards a wall, which had been chiseled like a cake gnawed on by dogs.
Bits missing here and there.
"There used to be a mural on this wall, containing rare Geng Metal Stone powder."
"Someone found it and took it."
