"Yes, to study. The teachings of the Holy Sect are supreme, and within it are rare blessed lands, gathering spirit formations of the seventh rank and above, countless treasures of heaven and earth..."
The envoy of the Holy Sect began to boast as if one could become a saint just by entering the Sect.
Unfortunately, Qin Jun remained unmoved, his eyes flickering, pondering something unknown.
Fuxi seemed to sense Qin Jun's mood, and his face also turned cold. The envoy of the Holy Sect, who had been talking up a storm, sensed that something was amiss, so he slowly closed his mouth, looking at Qin Jun with frustration.
"Did I say something wrong?"
"Indeed... the Heavenly Emperor of Qin is unpredictable..."
The envoy of the Holy Sect began to sweat coldly on his forehead. He truly feared Qin Jun might kill him just because he said something wrong.