Everyone had their own little schemes. Though most of them looked steady and composed, all that talk about the Nine Sects being bound together in solidarity was fake. Fortunately, I had long since grown used to these hypocrites and was no longer surprised by them.
Seeing the five surrounding sect masters staring at me with green eyes, I could only helplessly extend my hand and touch the light screen. Soon, rings of runic shock waves rippled outward. The entire light screen gradually began to turn transparent!
The moment I could see the scene on the other side, my face involuntarily turned livid, and I couldn't help cursing inwardly, Damn your sister.
I had no choice but to thoroughly berate our adorable Ancestor Nine Heavens Falling Sword. Could it be that the old man had some kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder? Did he enjoy displaying his own Essential Techniques for the People in private places that only he could enter, endlessly planting flowers and grass, forcibly turning an extremely solemn secret realm into an advanced pastoral landscape covered in farmland?
What kind of appearance was this supposed to have for the eye of a Grand Array? Aside from vegetation running rampant, there were countless Medicine Fields. Although they couldn't compare with the real villa back home, there were at least one or two tenths as many. In any case, there were even more than the Medicine Fields I had transplanted into the Profound Heaven Gourd!
Moreover, the various water cycles and ecological chains were all complete, and there seemed to be a stone house-cave abode situated in the center of the pastoral grounds. It was now covered in moss and vegetation, though, and from a distance looked like a grave mound overgrown with weeds. Even my eyelid twitched at the sight.
How