"Hmm."
Master Feng Zhi stroked his white beard that hung down to his chest: "This young one is quite in line with my thoughts. I wonder who this disciple from Qingxu Sect might be. He will surely achieve great things in the future."
"Your words flatter my son, Daoist Feng Zhi."
Xue Jingfeng knew the other party was deliberately flattering.
Nowadays, Qingxu Sect had a Nascent Soul, and at the height of its power, the status of the entire sect had risen with it.
"However..."
Xue Jingfeng soberly realized the problem, "Little Witch Mountain is too far from Dragon Elephant City. If we were to go personally, it's very likely that if something happens at Star Peak Mountain, we might not be able to return in time, which could lead to greater errors. This matter should be discussed later."
Master Feng Zhi stroked his beard and pondered.
