Divine Mountain

"It was no wonder this man had covered his face with a black scarf rather than show his true appearance. He was from the Great Zhou Dynasty."

Chen Wang muttered to himself.

If he was from the Great Zhou Dynasty, then the man's motives were understandable.

The Great Zhou Dynasty ruled its nation through law. Its people did not wish to be branded as lawbreakers and troublemakers. Simply put, they cared about saving face.

After Chen Wang killed the man and put away the great seal, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"First, I'll kill this Black-Clothed Man who bears a grudge against me. Then there's only that man wearing the Smiling Face Mask left."

He was exceptionally broad-minded and unwilling to hold grudges. Thus, he decided to settle these matters personally this time.

He traveled through Youlan Mansion, swiftly arriving at the foot of a divine mountain.

The upper half of this divine mountain was shrouded in clouds and mist. When he flew over from afar, he sensed a powerful restriction and unconsciously came to a stop.

When he arrived at the foot of the divine mountain, he discovered many familiar figures gathered there.

Surprise appeared in Chen Wang's eyes.

Xiao Ran, eldest senior sister of the Yin Yang Dao; Lu Qingchen of the Non-Action Dao Sect; Monk Shen Chan of Bodhi Holy Land; as well as some overseas cultivators, including Nascent Soul Realm cultivators.

Chen Wang swept his gaze over the area. There were no few people who had come here.

Lu Qingchen spotted Chen Wang from afar and gave him a slight nod.

This man was extremely proud and not skilled at socializing, yet the look he gave Chen Wang was rather friendly.

Xiao Ran also saw Chen Wang. After pondering for a moment, she moved