Chapter 4962: Saw “Yes.” The middle-aged man hurried back to the carriage, helping him sit up against the wall. The man in his thirties beside him pulled the blanket up higher. “Father, has lying down too long made you uncomfortable? Sitting might be better. I’ve just brewed some tea—let’s have a warm cup!” The man in his thirties spoke as he prepared to pour a cup. The old man waved his hand, lifted the curtain, and gazed toward the dilapidated temple. His brow furrowed as he spoke weakly, “This storm and thunder… likely signify the Yin and murderous intent are condensing within that ruined temple and is nearing its formative stage—the Heavenly Thunder Tribulation. Should that truly take shape, the calamity would be endless.” Hearing this, the middle-aged man fell silent for a moment before replying, “Father, once Yin and all the murderous energy condense and takes form, it will be unstoppable. I fear even we won’t be able to prevent it.” “No,” the elder countered, his gaze fixed on his son. “That commotion sounds like someone has already intervened. Go see. Give that person a hand.” “Father, why send my elder brother? What if something happens to him? Besides, we’ve retreated this far. Whether that yin-evil exists or not, it’s none of our concern. Why meddle?” The man in his thirties beside him voiced his disapproval. “I’ll go check. If I can help, I will.” The middle-aged man said, then turned to the younger man: “You take care of Father.” Seeing this, the man in his thirties frowned. Realizing he couldn’t stop him, he said no more, only adding, “Brother, just go and see. If you can’t help, don’t force it. Don’t bring trouble upon yourself.” He paused, then added, “And be careful. If things look bad, get out of there fast.” Hearing this, a faint smile touched the stern face of the middle-aged man. “Understood,” he replied. Nodding briefly to his father, he stepped down from the carriage, exited the grove, and headed toward the dilapidated temple. At that moment, Feng Jiu was using flames to cast an array, purging the Yin energy. The visible Yin-evil energy clung to the willow tree, its branches whipping wildly like a raging beast, clawing and snarling. “Who are you? Why do you obstruct my formation! Why?!” A shrill, icy voice echoed with intense hatred and resentment. The energies struggled against the constraints of the flame-formed array, but its efforts proved futile. “Thud! Thud! Thud!” The willow’s roots, deep in the earth and saturated with the dark aura, suddenly burst upward. Dirt mixed with rainwater erupted from the ground, carrying a chill that surged toward Feng Jiu. Feng Jiu’s expression remained calm. She merely glanced at the ground, not even shifting her stance. As the willow roots surged upward, she lifted one foot and pressed it back down with what appeared to be a light step. “Thud!” “Arghhhh!” That seemingly light step contained terrifying, immense power. Where her foot landed, flames rippled outward like water, catching the willow roots off guard. The already largely scorched Yin energy was now completely incinerated. The surrounding Yin-evil aura, along with that within the dilapidated temple, coalesced in that instant into a shrunken mass at the willow tree’s base, emitting a piercing, wretched scream. The middle-aged man who had intended to assist watched the scene unfold before him with utter shock and disbelief, frozen in place for a moment…