The Wushi Sect did not care about geniuses, because everyone who could come here was a genius—only the degree differed.
As the heads of the Inner Court, those present had let countless geniuses slip through their fingers. Yet few had stirred such distracting thoughts in them as Wei He had.
Had they accepted Wei He into the sect back then, perhaps things would have turned out entirely differently now.
Qingye could not suppress the thought rising in her heart.
What a pity.
She pitied both Yan Jiuzhen and the other's deaths, and Wei He, who was about to fall as well.
With the High Persons of the Three Main Peaks enraged and descending the mountain to hunt him, there was no chance Wei He would be spared.
"Senior Brother. After all these years, are you still using another way to make sure I cannot forget you?" Qingye sighed softly, then finally turned and circulated her power as she departed.
Unlike the indifference of the Inner Court and Outer Court, the Three Main Peaks reacted faster than expected.
Two hours later.
Two people descended Jade Fang Peak. They brought no one with them and headed straight for the Myriad Poison Sect in the Black House Mountain Range.
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Dappled light and shadow swept constantly through the dense forest over the convoy.
Wei He sat quietly on the last carriage.
The horses pulling the carts were no ordinary horses, but half-beast horses mixed with the bloodline of special exotic beasts.
These horses were far more robust and larger than ordinary horses, with astonishing endurance, sharp senses, and intelligence slightly greater than that of common livestock.
Wei He sat at the side of the carriage with its door open, his legs dangling in midair. Listening to the others in the convoy