Chapter 1680: Chapter 137 Guan Ao
Outside the Wanxiang Sect.
The two towering stone pillars that once reached the clouds have quietly disappeared.
The three big characters “Wanxiang Sect” in the middle of the stone pillars have also vanished.
Only a vast land completely shrouded in dense fog remains.
Around this area, cities mixed with mortals and cultivators stand like stars.
Human presence gradually becos dense, and the comings and goings beco increasingly lively.
At this mont, a handso young man and an old man with a gray mane like a lion slowly stand at the edge of one such city, looking towards the direction of the Wanxiang Sect.
The handso young man slightly furrows his brows and looks at the elder in front of him, sowhat puzzled, saying:
“Why did you bring here, Senior Brother?”
The elder casually turns his head and glances at him, a hint of a smile appearing:
“What, don’t you want to go back and take a look?”
The handso young man shakes his head slightly, speaking frankly:
“I don’t trust you, Senior Brother. If you deceived to open the sect’s great array and then took the opportunity to rush in, wouldn’t the sect be destroyed by my hands?”
“Hahaha!”
Upon hearing this, the elder can’t help but laugh heartily.
He laughs while shaking his head and sighing:
“So in Junior Brother’s eyes, I’m just such a petty person.”
“Cough… Not really, it’s just that aside from Master, my parents, and Senior Sister, I never trust anyone; it’s not targeted only at you.”
The handso young man feels slightly ashad seeing the elder’s deanor and quickly tries to justify himself.
However, the smile on the elder’s face slowly fades, replaced by a hint of regret and a sigh of relief:
“It’s a pity… you’re right, I did have that thought. But it seems the Wanxiang Sect is much more cautious than I thought.”
Listening to the elder’s tone, which doesn’t seem like jest, the handso young man just feels a chill in his heart.
He can’t help but look seriously at the elder, who at this mont seems entirely divorced from the Martial Ancestor who mingled among mortals.
No kindness, no rcy, no compassion… only the coldness appropriate for a leader of a top force.
The handso young man can’t distinguish clearly which side is truly him.
Or perhaps, every side is.
He is both the martial genius, capable of being a cultivator’s nightmare.
And also the old man filled with compassion for mortals.
“Why? Why are you looking at like that? Haha, you didn’t really believe it, did you?”
The elder suddenly laughs heartily, his voice suddenly snapping the handso young man out of his doubtful thoughts.
The young man looks at him with a complicated expression, shakes his head, and forces out a smile:
“I guessed it.”
“That’s good.”
Hidden within the elder’s fluffy and disheveled beard is a pair of eyes shining brightly.
He turns back to look at where the Wanxiang Sect is enveloped in mist, his eyes briefly flashing a hidden regret.
“Teacher…”
He softly shakes his head imperceptibly, then without any hesitation, turns to leave.
The handso young man hesitates conflictively, glancing back at the Wanxiang Sect, and ultimately bites down to leave a hidden Sound Transmission Talisman, then follows:
“Senior Brother, wait for !”
The two figures step into the sky, one after the other.
The elder’s hearty voice is heard from afar:
“… Junior Brother, tell , who else in the Little Cang World can be my True Martial match?”
The handso young man replies loudly without hesitation:
“Counting throughout Little Cang World, only Han Yanzi from the primitive Demonic Sect possesses such prowess. He has devoured most of the Longevity Sect’s accumulations and obtained the Class VI Spirit Plant, the Undying divine tree. It’s said his cultivation base has reached an unprecedented level! He is the only Void Refining Great Cultivator inside the realm!”
“If True Martial aims to unify Little Cang World, this person is the largest obstacle!”
“Is that so?”
The elder glances back with a smile, his gaze seeming to penetrate the young man’s intentions.
Although the young man feels a bit guilty, his voice is larger:
“Senior Brother, are you afraid?”
“Afraid?”
The elder’s laughter echoes in the sky:
“Apart from teacher’s grace, what do I fear in this life?”
“Nothing but life and death!”
The young man’s heart skips a beat.
Could it be…
But the elder’s next words soon shatter his fantasy.
“Well, strong as he may be, what matters most now is sothing else.”
The young man feels a surge of disappointnt but nonetheless asks:
“What is it?”
The elder shakes his head slightly and remains silent.
“Let’s go!”
The two figures soon disappear at the horizon’s edge.
It wasn’t long after their departure.
A figure with a huge head, pale as ash, hurriedly arrived at the forr mountain gate of the Wanxiang Sect.
Yet as he faced the completely fog-covered sect, even after performing several thods previously capable of activating the formation, the mist showed no change whatsoever.
His face was filled with bewildernt:
“What is happening? Why has the sect beco like this?”
Facing the unknown, he quickly shouted loudly in the direction of the sect:
“I’ve returned! I’ve returned!”
“Sect Master Qu, Vice Sect Master Wang, Hall Master Ma…”
The mana-empowered voice poured into the depths of the mist before him.
In that mont, a voice filled with amazent suddenly erged from within the mist:
“Are you… Hall Master Guan?!”
“It’s , I am Guan Ao!”
The gigantic-headed figure cried out excitedly, his voice urgent:
“Who is guarding the formation? Please let in imdiately; I have crucial matters to report to Sect Master Qu!”
“Sect Master Qu…”
Within the mist, the voice hesitated slightly, then inford:
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