Wanqing Sect.
"This is my first time coming here, isn't it?"
Wang Shaojun strolled leisurely through the sect grounds with Wei He. Two subordinates who had been with him earlier followed close behind.
The two wore calm expressions, but beneath their black robes, their muscles remained taut at all times.
After all, this was the headquarters of the infamous Myriad Poison Sect.
Rumors that Wei He, master of the Myriad Poison Sect, had poisoned thousands to death still circulated through the city. It was said that there had been so many dead that every household in the city hung white mourning ribbons, and everyone wore black gauze.
Wang Shaojun noticed the pair's nervousness as well. Aside from finding it amusing, he also felt somewhat helpless.
Such was the power of rumors. Even Bone Forging martial masters could not help being affected.
Wei He walked ahead, his burly frame now faintly approaching two and a half meters in height.
As he walked, Heavenly Seal Sect members on both sides of the path stopped one after another and saluted Wei He.
The light in their eyes alone showed how utterly convinced they were by Wei He as their leader.
"I haven't fully integrated everything here yet. In truth, I'm only temporarily leading everyone in name. This title of sect master doesn't really count," Wei He said with a smile.
"This time, I had you to thank for holding the line. Golden Jade Hall's origins should be connected to the Chaos God Cult. Like Returning Goose Pagoda before them, they are a subordinate force. But from the looks of it, they are far stronger than Returning Goose Pagoda.
Even now, I don't know how to deal with Tang Huanhuan."
The blond man who had emerged from Golden Jade Hall at the end—whom Wei