Good news never left the house, while bad news traveled a thousand miles.
Even in the Cultivation World, this principle could not be escaped.
Luo Chen knew very well that the uproar he had caused in the Shadow Reflection Sect could not possibly be kept hidden.
Moreover, unlike the blocked news of the Northern Sea, where the major sects of the Eastern Wasteland each swept the snow from before their own gates, the Southern Border possessed its unique Letter Gu, through which news spread with astonishing speed and breadth.
Thus, when Daoist Zheng Guan, lord of Nine Clouds Immortal City, called out his name, he knew that the matter of the Shadow Reflection Sect from a year ago had come to light.
If it had been anyone else, they might have been terrified.
After all, a great power like the Shadow Reflection Sect, rooted in the Southern Border for many years, had connections reaching far and wide.
Whether it was the friendly sects with which it had longstanding ties or the Lantern Bearer's own network, gathered together, they formed an enormous force.
Under the crushing pressure of such a force, who would not feel fear in their heart?
Yet Luo Chen did not care in the slightest!
At his level, with great power in his grasp, he had no fear of beating the young and drawing out the old, wiping out one nest only for another to emerge.
If they truly pushed him too far, he would not mind carrying out another mountain-cleaving, sect-destroying wholesale slaughter.
Luo Chen walked ahead, moving like a dragon and tiger, carrying immense bearing.
Zheng Guan followed behind, a strange light flickering repeatedly in his eyes.
This cultivator surnamed Qi truly deserved the title of Tyrant Cultivator!
Such bearing was exceedingly rare in the Southern