Grand Peak Mountains, Yellow Maple Valley
The present-day Yellow Maple Valley was filled with flying message talismans, so numerous that it was dizzying to watch.
Yet the council hall of Yellow Maple Valley was silent beyond belief.
At this moment, the council hall was occupied by Yellow Maple Valley's Core Formation cultivators. Even Zhong Ling, the sect master of Yellow Maple Valley, was not qualified to enter.
Their expressions were all particularly complicated and strange. Especially when they looked at Lei Wanhe, their eyes were filled with astonishment.
They had never imagined, nor had they ever heard of or seen, a Foundation Establishment cultivator capable of killing two Core Formation cultivators from the Ghost Spirit Sect—moreover, the Li Brothers, who were notoriously vicious even among Core Formation cultivators.
Although rumors claimed that he had slain both with a single sword strike, not a single Core Formation cultivator present believed it. They merely felt the rumor was on the verge of becoming utter nonsense.
Unless Fang Yu was a Nascent Soul cultivator in disguise, how could he possibly kill two Core Formation cultivators with one sword strike? Yet why would a Nascent Soul cultivator take a Core Formation cultivator as his master?
Of course, that was also the most reasonable explanation.
Thus, Lei Wanhe's expression was the most complicated and shocked of all.
After all, if Fang Yu truly was a Nascent Soul cultivator, then he, the master, would become a complete joke. But how could that be possible?
For now, he could only wait for Yellow Maple Valley's Nascent Soul cultivator, Patriarch Linghu, to emerge.
Perhaps having heard Lei Wanhe's innermost thoughts, Old Freak Linghu, clad in yellow brocade robes, stepped into the council hall. His small eyes were dull and lifeless, and he was truly hideous beyond measure. Yet