"Yes!"
Upon receiving the Supre Elder’s approval, Elder Chen naturally said no more.
After a slight bow, he turned and returned to the Ancient Hall.
"Speed!"
Before long, a divine rainbow swept across the sky from afar, arriving in an instant.
A middle-aged man appeared, wearing luxurious clothes, with a square face, thick and neatly trimd eyebrows, and deep eyes full of vitality and authority.
The man was none other than Huo Dou, the Sect Master of the No-Thought Sect!
"Greetings to the Supre Elder!"
Huo Dou descended and arrived before the Supre Elder and Mo Wangchen, first glancing at Mo Wangchen, then bowing to the Supre Elder.
At the sa ti, Huo Dou felt curious. Before coming, he had heard many disciples discussing a mysterious white-clothed youth, personally accompanied by the Supre Elder. So said he was a Saint Heir from a Sacred Land in the Eastern Desolate.
Although the No-Thought Sect was rely a middle-tier power in the Eastern Desolate, with Huo Dou’s cultivation at the ninth level of the Saint Venerable Realm, a figure nearing the realm of proving Dao and becoming an Emperor, his reputation was considerable within the Eastern Desolate.
Consequently, he had attended many gatherings of major sects and knew many of the young generation’s geniuses, especially those at a Saint Level.
But now, after sizing up Mo Wangchen for a mont, he realized he had no impression of this white-clothed man at all, could the rumors be false?
Within the Eastern Desolate, there seed to be no genius of Saint Level like this!
Moreover, on Mo Wangchen, Huo Dou sensed no aura at all. Even though the Eastern Desolate was filled with pride, few had reached the Emperor Realm.
He couldn’t believe it was because Mo Wangchen’s cultivation had reached the Emperor Realm, surpassing his own, hence he couldn’t gauge his depth.
After all, the probability of this was incredibly small, not to ntion, why would a Saint Heir from a Sacred Land suddenly visit the No-Thought Sect without reason?
Thinking this, Huo Dou grew even more curious, if not a Saint Level genius, why had he appeared with the Supre Elder?
"Let introduce you, this is the current Sect Master of the No-Thought Sect. After my retirent, I nominated him to rise to this position."
The Supre Elder introduced with a smile, then pointed to Mo Wangchen, intending to introduce him to Huo Dou, "This is... uh..."
Just as he began speaking, he suddenly paused, realizing he didn’t even know Mo Wangchen’s na.
Thinking of this, the Supre Elder felt a bit embarrassed, scratching his head, pretending he hadn’t just spoken.
"Uh..."
Beside him, Huo Dou clicked his tongue slightly, seemingly noticing the Supre Elder’s predicant. He was even more surprised within. To accompany soone here without even knowing their na?
What on earth was going on?
Huo Dou was extrely puzzled, completely unaware of what the Supre Elder was thinking, and who this white-clothed man was.
"Just call Mo Wangchen."
Eventually, Mo Wangchen sighed, at least providing a na to call him by; he couldn’t be addressed as ’senior’ forever, right?
He didn’t use an alias simply because it wasn’t necessary; in this world, no one knew him, so why fear others knowing his na?
"Where in the Eastern Desolate does Little Friend Mo co from?"
Huo Dou grew even more curious. He could almost entirely confirm that this person wasn’t a Saint Heir from the Eastern Desolate, since he’d never heard the na Mo Wangchen before.
Moreover, among all Holy Lands and ancient martial families, standout figures of the young generation didn’t seem to have this na either.
"Huo Dou, sect matters are demanding. How co you’re free to co here today?" The Supre Elder hurriedly spoke, clearly startled by Huo Dou probing into Mo Wangchen’s background.
Obviously, from their previous conversation, Mo Wangchen didn’t want others to know he was the mysterious youth causing a stir in the Eastern Desolate lately.
Now that Huo Dou was asking about the background, the Great Elder naturally rushed to intervene.
Mo Wangchen had his own reasons for keeping this a secret; forcing the issue might provoke him.
This was an Immortal Realm expert, truly a dominating figure on the Qingling Continent in this era, akin to the Great Emperor of Xuezhao Country, wasn’t he?
"This..."
Being the current Sect Master, how could Huo Dou not discern the little scheming of the Supre Elder?
His amazent grew boundless, the Supre Elder was deliberately preventing him from questioning the other’s background?
Could it be this white-clothed young man nad Mo Wangchen had so unspeakable secret lineage?
Or was it that his background was so fearso even the Supre Elder dared not offend even slightly, or reveal even to him?
"Supre Elder, the herbs have been found."
At this mont, Elder Chen ca out from the Ancient Hall and handed over a storage bag full of herbs.
The Supre Elder accepted the storage bag and then cheerfully handed it to Mo Wangchen.
"Can you arrange a place for to stay not far from Shi Yan?" Mo Wangchen accepted the storage bag unceremoniously and spoke.
"No problem." The Supre Elder nodded.
The reason he was here was for Shi Yan, still, the Supre Elder was extrely curious about how this mysterious young man who appeared out of the blue ca to know Shi Yan.
Despite the curiosity, the Supre Elder didn’t dwell on it.
Mo Wangchen’s alchemy was to assist Shi Yan; if the Detoxification Pill could indeed restore Shi Yan’s Spirit Sea to normal, it would certainly be a blessing for the No-Thought Sect.
After all, Shi Yan was once a top tier genius in the sect; though his cultivation had stalled for two years, if his Spirit Sea recovered, his future achievents would likely surpass many ordinary disciples.
Soon, under the Supre Elder’s arrangent, Mo Wangchen moved into a courtyard not far from where Shi Yan was staying.
Afterward, the Supre Elder left with Huo Dou, informing Mo Wangchen to speak up if he needed anything, and the No-Thought Sect would fulfill it wholeheartedly.
Mo Wangchen sat alone in the courtyard, adjusting his state, about to take out the Pill Furnace to refine the Detoxification Pill.
Outside the courtyard, Shi Yan, holding Yuyu with Zhuo Yun accompanying, ca to him.
"I am Zhuo Yun, a humble woman, greeting the senior,"
Zhuo Yun slightly bowed to Mo Wangchen, having already heard so of his stories from Shi Yan.
For her own master, the Supre Elder of the No-Thought Sect, to call soone senior, it was truly astounding.
Though she was quite renowned among the young generation of the Eastern Desolate, she had never heard of a terrifying young man like this erging from the Eastern Desolate.
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