Purge Old Grudges

Bathe, change clothes.

Those were the first things Ren Feng did after leaving the dungeon.

After being locked up for decades in that cramped dungeon, Ren Feng felt somewhat dazed when he finally regained his freedom.

But soon, he suddenly realized that nothing in the sect seemed to have changed.

It was just as it had been decades ago.

For the world of Immortal Cultivators, the passage of several decades was still far too brief.

After changing into the Luoling Sect's standard light-cyan robes, Ren Feng pushed open the door and stepped outside.

His previously unkempt hair was neatly combed, and the scruffy beard on his face had been shaved clean.

His nose was high-bridged, and his brow ridge prominent.

This gave Ren Feng, whose eyes were set deep in their sockets, an even more reserved and profound air.

He was utterly unlike the madman he had seemed to be while imprisoned in the dungeon.

Chen Yan had already been waiting in the courtyard.

He sat half-perched on the stone table, his right foot touching the ground and his left foot suspended in the air. His posture looked quite casual.

Chen Yan first glanced a few times at Ren Feng standing by the door, then nodded. He raised a hand and tossed something in Ren Feng's direction.

Ren Feng was a Spirit Realm cultivator, and his Spiritual Sense was far stronger than that of an ordinary Immortal Cultivator.

The moment the small object Chen Yan threw left his hand, Ren Feng immediately knew what it was.

Ren Feng caught the white jade token Chen Yan had tossed over, then examined the four large characters carved into it:

Sect Master Special Order.

"My master asked me to bring this to you, Elder Ren."

Chen Yan spoke:

"Since you don't have a