"Welcome, Sect Master!"
Lin Feng had just steadied himself on the platform before the mountain gate when, almost at the same time, Du Busi's burly figure landed at his side.
At the end of the platform, beside the mountain gate, two white jade pillars towered into the sky. Beneath them stood two burly young men with deep, steady auras and sharp light in their eyes. Judging by their Soul Power fluctuations, both were clearly at the Soul King level.
Such cultivation would have been enough to serve as elders in a medium-small sect like the Iron Blood Sect, with its two hundred or so members. Yet here, they were merely disciples guarding the mountain gate.
The foundation of this Body Sect was plain to see.
"Go. Inform Wei Na to wait in the council hall and have her take a look at this little girl's injuries," Du Busi ordered directly without even looking at the two disciples, his gaze sweeping over Tang Ya, whose aura was weak in Lin Feng's arms.
"Yes, Sect Master!" One of the gatekeeping disciples obeyed without the slightest hesitation, bowing as he accepted the order before his figure flashed and vanished behind the giant pillar.
"Thank you, senior," Lin Feng said sincerely, letting out a breath of relief.
"Still calling me senior? Here, call me Sect Master." Du Busi turned his head, frowning, his voice carrying an unquestionable authority.
"Yes, Sect Master," Lin Feng replied gladly.
"Come. Follow me."
Du Busi led him inward.
Everything Lin Feng saw along the way consisted of rough, heavy stone houses and stone halls. The style was wild, simple, and seemingly formed by nature itself, which suited Du Busi's domineering, tyrannical image and presence rather well.
Before long, the two arrived at a spacious council hall. It too was