However, after waiting for a long time, nothing happened.
"Leave!"
At last, he heard a sigh.
The black-robed cultivator was as though granted a pardon from death. He kowtowed, then hurried away in a panic.
The only one left in the room was the woman who, though she looked to be over forty, still had features as picturesque as a painting.
"To make all their disciples sing the same tune—how did the Feathering Sect manage that? As expected of a sect with roots stretching back to antiquity. It seems I underestimated them."
The Mist Moon Palace Master muttered to herself, but her eyes were full of murderous intent.
Naturally, she didn't believe the nonsense her subordinate had reported.
Even if that woman had formed her core in ten years and possessed peerless talent, she hadn't yet grown up. She was no more than a tiny seedling of an immortal.
How could she possibly have such abilities?
She had originally planned to learn about her enemy before plotting her revenge.
But the intelligence her subordinates had gathered seemed like false information deliberately put out by the Feathering Sect to mock her.
It only stoked her anger further.
"Enough. Even if that sect still has some foundation, it is no longer what it once was. It has long since declined. I'll bring a righteous army to crush them with overwhelming force. I refuse to believe they can truly withstand our sect's attack!"
Murderous intent gleamed in the Mist Moon Palace Master's eyes. She decided that tomorrow she would send out every elite and dispatch all the experts in the immortal palace. This time, no matter what, she would uproot the Feathering Sect and wipe it from the world.
"So this is the Mist Moon Mountain Range. What a nice place!"
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