Yuan Du's Great Joy

Inside the stone chamber.

A crisp, sweet voice tinged with indignation rang through the room.

"One year!"

"Three years!"

"The Grand Ancestor, furious to the core, had swallowed her anger and gone to the White Cloud Sect, only to be told that Ancestor Zhong wasn't there?"

"Eight years had passed, and he still hadn't appeared. Even when it was time for Master to begin cultivating, he still hadn't shown up."

"During that time, Grand Master went to visit him many times, but never saw him."

"Could it be that Ancestor Zhong really wasn't there?"

Thinking of the bellyband in the Treasure Vault, Cheng Buzheng seemed to realize something and asked in confusion.

After all, it was normal for Nascent Soul Cultivators to go into seclusion for many years. It was also possible that he had gone out in search of opportunities and been delayed.

"Impossible!"

Murong Wanwan said disdainfully:

"Even if he were in seclusion or out adventuring, he couldn't have failed to receive messages from the sect."

"Have you forgotten that the Supervision Hall exists?"

Hearing this, Cheng Buzheng had nothing to say. It was true!

No way to explain that away?

As long as a cultivator was in the Endless Sea, no matter how remote a place he ran off to, he could still receive messages from the Spirit Message General Hall of the Supervision Hall.

Then Murong Wanwan continued:

"That was the day Grand Master gave up hope. She was utterly disappointed in that man."

"After that, Ancestor entrusted Master to the sect's elders and began cultivating in seclusion, hoping to advance her cultivation, defeat that man, and bring him back."

Hearing this, Cheng Buzheng knew there had to be a twist coming.

After all, he had never heard what happened next to True Lord Chaofeng.

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