Lin Xuan still did not know that Huitong had already fallen, much less that this matter would stir up a whole series of towering waves in the cultivation world.
At this moment, he was resting and meditating in the VIP Building.
For a cultivator, three days naturally passed in the blink of an eye.
Suddenly, Lin Xuan's brows lifted, and he slowly opened his eyes. Then he swept his sleeve, removing the formation he had set up.
Green light flashed around Lin Xuan's body, and he had already flown out of the pavilion.
A familiar figure came into view. It was a middle-aged man of a little over forty, dressed in Confucian robes—none other than the grand elder of the Heavenly Ingenuity Sect.
"Fellow Daoist Mo, you honor me with your presence. This Li failed to welcome you from afar, and offers his apologies." Lin Xuan cupped his fists, his face full of hypocritical smiles. Of course, with his acting and depth of shrewdness, he looked utterly sincere.
"Heh heh, Brother Li is far too polite. It was this Mo who made Fellow Daoist wait so long." The grand elder of the Heavenly Ingenuity Sect also wore a face full of smiles as he spoke with refined elegance.
Afterward, the two chatted and laughed as they entered the pavilion, then took their seats as host and guest in the luxurious hall.
"Well? Has Fellow Daoist prepared everything?" Lin Xuan had no time to slowly exchange pleasantries with the other party, and spoke straight to the point.
"That is correct."
Mo Xuesong nodded with a smile. Then he extended his left hand, and with a flash of green light, two Storage Bags had already been placed on the table by him.
"The Nascent Soul Realm puppets and Crystal Might Cannons are