No matter the faction or family, there were always good-for-nothings among their younger members. It was impossible for every one of them to be an elite. The Cold Immortal Sect was no exception. Since Mo Gao He had come to the Yin Mountain Area, it seemed he didn't have a very good reputation in the sect.
Going by strength alone, he shouldn't have been a good-for-nothing. After all, he was in the Hunting Realm.
That level of strength would put him among the very best of his generation in the Fifth Continent. He could easily have made the top twenty in the Supreme Competition.
"Come on. I'll take you to report to Fourth Uncle." Fatty Bai enthusiastically patted Lu Yin on the shoulder and led him into the headquarters.
The others dispersed as well.
The Yin Mountain Area headquarters was quite ordinary, nowhere near as magnificent or ornate as the buildings on White Dragon Mountain. It looked like a regular house embedded in the mountain.
After winding through several corridors, Lu Yin followed Fatty Bai to the highest level, where he met the Fourth Uncle Fatty Bai had mentioned—the sect master, Zhuo Si.
Lu Yin hurriedly saluted. "This junior, Lin Jiangyi, pays his respects to the sect master."
From Long Kui, Lu Yin had learned that Zhuo Si was laid-back and didn't meddle in other people's affairs. He hadn't expected him to be quite so carefree. Zhuo Si was sprawled by a window, drinking wine with a few simple dishes at hand. He poured himself another cup as he read some unknown book, looking thoroughly content. It was hard to imagine that, as sect master, he paid no attention to the hundred or so people under his command fighting among themselves.
"Fourth Uncle, this is a new brother who's just