"Where was Yang Zhengshan!"
Jingshui's gaze swept over the surroundings, and he found it very strange that he could not find Yang Zhengshan anywhere.
His memories still lingered before he entered seclusion, and he knew nothing about what had happened over these past few decades.
In his impression, Yang Zhengshan should have been a guest elder of the Huanyue Sect, and at this moment, he should have been helping the Huanyue Sect fight.
Yue E's expression was complicated. For a moment, she did not know how to explain it, and could only say, "He isn't in the sect!"
Speaking of which, Yang Zhengshan was still a guest elder of the Huanyue Sect even now. He had never resigned from that identity, and the Huanyue Sect had not dismissed him either.
It was just that because the Yang Family was now already one of the Three Sects, everyone seemed to have forgotten about this matter.
Jingshui did not ask further either. He had some guesses in his heart, but now was clearly not the time to get to the bottom of things.
His cloudy gaze fell on Zhang Mo again, and he asked, "I have yet to ask for Your Excellency's honored name!"
Zhang Mo's gaze darkened slightly. "Zhang Mo of the Wuchang Ghost Sect!"
"The Wuchang Ghost Sect? Never heard of it!" Jingshui thought about it, then gently shook his head.
"Since Your Excellency has barged into my Huanyue Sect by night, this old man can only experience Your Excellency's strength!"
As he spoke, he flicked his withered palm. In the next instant, the countless lush grasses and trees around the lakeshore suddenly erupted with streaks of resplendent sword qi. The sword qi shot forth like ten thousand arrows loosed at once, piercing through the hazy moonlight.
These streams of