"The Sect Leader Supre’s direct disciple from the Immortal King Hall, huh."
"Interesting..."
Sikong Wuming appeared indifferent, yet a sharp light flashed in his eyes.
"Wuming."
A strong voice echoed from the pavilion.
At so point, a middle-aged man had appeared there, his towering figure resembling an iron tower.
At the mont, the middle-aged man calmly observed Sikong Wuming.
Sikong Wuming turned around, slightly raising his brows, "You saw?"
The middle-aged man slightly nodded, speaking slowly, "Why did they appear here?"
Sikong Wuming’s expression turned sowhat sour, "That youth hasn’t shown up, but since that old fellow ca, it’s possible he’s here because of Fang Xinyan."
The middle-aged man’s eyebrows raised, "The matter of Fang Xinyan, the ancestor has already given orders, don’t hold onto previous thoughts."
Sikong Wuming stared at the middle-aged man, a murderous aura suddenly surfaced from him, and he coldly said, "You’re the ones who laid the plans, and now you’re the ones halting them, so what exactly am I?"
The middle-aged man was taken aback, then shifted his gaze aside.
After a while, he finally said, "In any case, Master Wei will not harm you."
Sikong Wuming snorted coldly, "Alright, now I’ll arrange a plan myself. That girl beside the old fellow is the Sect Leader Supre’s direct disciple from the Immortal King Hall."
The middle-aged man was stunned for a mont, then frowned, "Are you sure?"
Sikong Wuming nodded, "Quite sure."
The middle-aged man was silent for a mont, then said, "I’ll go find Master Wei."
With that, he turned and left.
"By the way, send a few disciples to Cloud Rubbing Cliff," Sikong Wuming reminded.
The middle-aged man didn’t reply but he had heard these words.
He knew clearly this was Sikong Wuming’s condition.
After all, regarding the plan with Fang Xinyan, he and Master Wei were indeed at fault concerning Sikong Wuming.
Thus, the upcoming plan concerning the Sect Leader Supre’s direct disciple from the Immortal King Hall would be devised by Sikong Wuming, while he and Master Wei would be responsible for refining it.
After the middle-aged man left, the murderous aura around Sikong Wuming dissipated. He gazed in the direction of Cloud Rubbing Cliff, a slight smile forming at the corner of his mouth.
"Since Fang Xinyan’s ’dragon’ is gone, I’ll find another myself!"
......
Cloud Rubbing Cliff.
A very beautiful cliff at the Supre Pavilion, where myriad cloud forms can be admired.
The people of Supre Pavilion mostly ca here for enlightennt.
At this mont, Chu Chen had already brought Zhou Youwei and the Qiankun Ancestor to Cloud Rubbing Cliff.
"Cloud Rubbing Cliff is the enlightennt Sacred Land of our Supre Pavilion. Enlightennt here yields twice the result with half the effort. Previously, there has even been a Saint Heir from an invincible sect who paid a huge price to enter here just for enlightennt."
Chu Chen introduced continuously while walking, carrying a strong sense of pride.
Yet he still couldn’t see any surprise on Zhou Youwei’s face.
Indeed...
She flashed a montary look of disappointnt!
Eh?!
What’s going on?
This kind of enlightennt Sacred Land is rare to find on the entire Daozhou Continent.
Chu Chen fell into deep doubt, wondering if the Immortal King Hall has a mightier one.
Unable to resist, Chu Chen asked, "Miss Zhou, have you ever seen a mightier enlightennt Sacred Land?"
Zhou Youwei pondered for a mont and slightly nodded, "Sort of, but not in the Immortal King Hall."
It was at Dao Chu Cliff.
This sentence Zhou Youwei did not say aloud.
At Dao Chu Cliff, her realm soared swiftly, not only due to her terrifying talent but also because Dao Chu Cliff has an extrely terrifying effect on enlightennt cultivation.
This is also why Zhou Youwei was able to reach the Saint Emperor Peak in such a short ti.
In comparison, Cloud Rubbing Cliff seed sowhat clumsy.
Of course, this is only in comparison to Dao Chu Cliff.
After all, there are very few enlightennt Sacred Lands in this world that can be compared with Dao Chu Cliff.
As for Cloud Rubbing Cliff alone, it is still quite excellent.
Hmm.
Just like this.
Zhou Youwei thought so in her heart and couldn’t help but say, "The scenery at Cloud Rubbing Cliff is quite good."
However, these words didn’t make Chu Chen feel happy; instead, there was an impulse to cough up blood.
The scenery is quite good...
What the hell is this.
But Chu Chen also understood that this Sect Leader Supre’s direct disciple from the Immortal King Hall indeed was soone who had witnessed grand spectacles.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t ’disregard’ Cloud Rubbing Cliff so.
Thinking of this, Chu Chen didn’t say more.
"Hmm?"
At this ti, Chu Chen glanced aside and noticed three figures swiftly approaching Cloud Rubbing Cliff.
When the three landed, Chu Chen was sowhat surprised and stepped forward to salute, "Chu Chen greets the three senior brothers."
The three figures, all appearing as youths, dressed in long-sleeved blue robes, with an elegant deanor, graceful and flawless.
In response to Chu Chen’s salute, the three rely nodded slightly, as if acknowledging the gesture.
Then, the gazes of the three youths fell on Zhou Youwei.
Upon seeing Zhou Youwei, the three couldn’t hide their surprise.
What an extraordinary beauty!
The three sighed inwardly.
However, soon, they gathered their emotions and coldly gazed at Zhou Youwei.
The youth on the right stepped forward, looking at Zhou Youwei with sharp eyes, and said solemnly, "You are the Sect Leader Supre’s direct disciple from the Immortal King Hall?"
Perceiving this, Chu Chen clearly felt the hostility his senior brothers held against Miss Zhou and hurriedly stepped forward, saying, "Senior brothers, Miss Zhou and Senior Qiankun are our guests."
Before Chu Chen could finish speaking, the youth on the left leisurely said, "Junior Brother Chu Chen, you’d best return to Xiaotiandu for cultivation, don’t forget Master Wei’s last assessnt, you are ranked among the bottom ten in Xiaotiandu."
As he spoke, the youth gave Chu Chen a sharp glance of ’don’t mind your business.’
Chu Chen’s face paled; he didn’t understand why these senior brothers knew about Miss Zhou’s identity but could clearly feel their hostility towards her.
Certainly, he could not let them act recklessly!
Chu Chen was about to state that Miss Zhou was the ancestor’s guest.
But at this mont, Zhou Youwei softly said, "I wonder what advice the three Dao brothers have?"
Her voice was ethereal and charming, carrying a faint, cold detachnt.
It was as if Zhou Youwei had returned to her cold-faced, frosty deanor, aloofly keeping others at a thousand miles away, giving people a feeling of being unattainable.
How could Zhou Youwei not feel the hostility from these three?
A little thought could reveal it.
The arrival of these three couldn’t be unrelated to that Supre Pavilion’s first disciple nad Sikong Wuming.
Though she didn’t know what they were up to.
If they intended to act, Zhou Youwei wouldn’t fear them.
Her husband had ntioned that if she had nothing to do, she could have a little spar with mbers of the Supre Pavilion.
"Miss Zhou..." Chu Chen’s face was pale.
"Kid, if you really understand, just stand aside and watch, don’t get in the way."
At this mont, the Qiankun Ancestor, who hadn’t spoken, interrupted Chu Chen’s words slowly, speaking with calm composure.
(ps: Just arrived ho, offering two updates)
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