If it's really this good, then there's no reason to deceive oneself.
"Could it be that this Cyan Simurgh Peak eats people?"
Lan Shuyi rubbed his chin, feeling somewhat puzzled. He had followed because something seemed odd, but he wasn't persistent... If a person is gone, they're gone. He's done what he needed to do, so why waste time on unrelated people?
When he descended from Cyan Simurgh Peak, he overheard disciples of the Taiheng Sect discussing.
A prominent figure has arrived at the Taiheng Sect.
He casually asked who it was, and the Taiheng Sect disciple looked at him with a peculiar expression, seeming both guarded and annoyed, but finally said:
"The Manor Master of Luochun Manor, Wen Fusheng in person!"
There was a sense of pride in his words.
One must know that this great master of the South Ridge has not stepped out of the 128-mile boundary for a long time.
This time, for the Taiheng Sect's Sword Bestowal Ceremony, he came... it certainly gave enough face.
