The conference concluded perfectly amid a friendly, harmonious atmosphere. As the victor of this grand gathering and the strongest scripture lecturer, Wang Xuan warmly exchanged ideas with discussants from every side for a long time, then took the final group photo.
As the daoist boy of the strongest heterodox cultivator, Old Zhang also went to mingle with the daoist boys, maidservants, and others serving the other heterodox cultivators, drawing considerable attention.
Though he kept his little face taut, he remained extremely popular. For instance, Nether Blood, a follower of the Cai Dao Old Demon, kept stroking his head and pinching his little cheeks, openly expressing fondness.
Although Sect Master Zhang was in an infant form, he was extremely aloof. Even when others adored him beyond measure, he did not smile once from beginning to end.
In the end, Old Zhang truly could not take it anymore. That shameless Nether Blood Sect Ancestor would not stop touching his head. After silently adding the matter to his ledger, he hurriedly slipped out of the crowd.
"Junior Brother, are you willing to admit defeat after a wager?" Upon seeing Li Dao, Old Zhang threw out that question. Having suffered a loss at the hands of the flower-twirling, smiling Nether Blood Sect Ancestor, he wanted to win it back from the burly man Li Dao.
Everyone immediately looked over, then also turned their gazes toward Territory 3's foremost beauty, Xu Jingyue. Aside from Wang Xuan, these two Six-time Limit Breakers were considered the strongest heterodox cultivators.
Whether it was Li Dao or the Quasi-Saint Xu Jingyue, neither could keep face. That tiny boy had far too many matters to stir up; Li Dao truly wanted to crush him to death in one grip.
"Let's go!" Fortunately, a True Saint from No. 3 Source came