บท 1110: The Lies of the Heavens

None of the cultivators of the Origin Sect noticed anything amiss with the scene in the Origin Sect's medicine courtyard. The southern courtyard was a forbidden area, and no disciples would dare to take half a step inside. Even Lu Yanfei and the others would not dare to enter unless they were summoned.

After killing the rank 8 beast and forcing the rank 6 cultivators of the three sects to retreat, Wang Lin was revered like an ancestor in the hearts of the Origin Sect disciples. They were filled with respect.

Lu Yuncong's expression was extremely ugly as he stared at Wang Lin, but he was in a dilemma. Under the calm gaze of the white-robed man, every step he took felt like heaven was collapsing, and every step felt like his dao was collapsing. It was as if his dao was like a child playing with a toy in the eyes of this ordinary white-robed man.