Lord Wanjian sighed softly, and beside him, Great Elder Jian Nan also had a complicated look in his eyes.

"Should they be happy? The two of them...seem to have a chance at Enlightenment Mountain?"

"Yes! Focusing on the sword is the motto of my Holy Land ancestors. But why do you feel... a little sad?"

"That's all, Hunyuan Ancient Sect, huh, dare to kill my holy son and kill my own successor. Can you... endure this hatred?"

"Of course I can't help it, but...we still have to...wait for a gust of wind."

"You mean..."

"The Ling clan! They will surely aspire to be the top of Eastern Xinjiang."

At the same time, the central territory of the Holy State.

Bai Ling stood in an ancient palace with an aggrieved look.

Above, there is a figure of an old man in blood-clothed clothes sitting quietly cross-legged.

His face seemed to be shrouded in blood, and his appearance could not be seen clearly, but the aura exuding from his body was terrifying.

"So, you went to Dongjiang, Mount Wudao?"

The old man's voice was a little hoarse, and there was no hint of happiness or sadness in his tone.

It's just faint, giving people an extremely depressing feeling.

"Master, don't you always say that you want us to have more experience? The top geniuses in the entire Eastern Xinjiang are gathered on Wudao Mountain. I just want to see...what abilities they have."

Bai Ling had a trace of grievance on her face and retorted with a pouted mouth.

"Oh? Then what did you gain?"

"Hmph! They are just a bunch of sanctimonious hypocrites. Master, if nothing happens, I will go practice."

After saying this, Bai Ling turned around and wanted to leave.

But at this moment, the old man in blood-clothed clothes suddenly stretched out his hand, turned into a blood chain out of thin air, and bound her whole body in front of him. There was a strange blood light in his old eyes.
Chapter completed!