Yun Chujiu’s eyes widened. So there really was a bitter Zen sect?
Back then, she had met the old monk, Wang Xu, at the fallen God Abyss and had asked her to send his relic to the bitter Zen sect. She had thought that the old monk had said the wrong place, but it turned out that there really was a bitter Zen sect?
This fellow heaved a sigh of relief in her heart. She had originally thought that she had committed some sins in her previous life!
It seemed that it had nothing to do with her... right.
The division of the bitter Zen sect into two seemed like they were having an internal conflict because of the name, but in fact, it was just a fuse. There must have been a big conflict long ago, and it would erupt sooner or later.
A few thoughts flashed through this fellow’s mind, and she continued to listen to master Liaowu say, “After that branch of the bitter Zen sect left, there was no more news. I didn’t expect that there would suddenly be news a few days ago.”