Lin Jingwan

"Was Fellow Daoist having doubts?"

Madam Lin asked, looking at Cheng Buzheng, who seemed lost in thought.

Then she gave a helpless, bitter smile.

"Then I won't hide it from you. Our pavilion does indeed control a Hidden Spirit Island."

Hearing this,

Cheng Buzheng couldn't help but freeze, and glanced at Madam Lin in surprise!

Though he wavered a little at that moment, he didn't blindly trust her.

How could there be so many coincidences in the world?

At once,

Cheng Buzheng's gaze flickered, and no one could tell what he was thinking.

Seeing this,

Madam Lin wasn't surprised that he couldn't easily believe her.

Then she continued:

"I'm sure you know how rare Hidden Spirit Veins are. They're not only excellent places to cultivate, but also rare sites for growing Spirit Medicine."

"Though Hidden Spirit Veins are exceedingly rare, our pavilion controlled an island with one from the very beginning."

"That was what allowed our pavilion to grow; it was the foundation of our rise!"

"I can guarantee that!"

"Though I don't know the island's exact location, it must be within the Profound Wind Sea Region."

"The island's location is our pavilion's greatest secret. Only the Pavilion Master and Grand Elder know of it!"

"A month ago, our pavilion received a large supply list from the Treasure Pagoda. The quantities of Spirit Medicine and Spirit Material on it were enormous. If we completed this deal, our pavilion would reap substantial profits."

"Several elders were each responsible for purchasing, transporting, and trading a large portion of the Spirit Medicine and Spirit Material!"

"As for the remaining small portion of Spirit Medicine, the Pavilion Master went to the Hidden Spirit Island in person to gather it."

"On the way back, he was ambushed by a group of masked demonic cultivators. They