Reaping What You Sow; Go On, Fabricate Your Charges!

Of course, it was not just Qin Luo. Some of his subordinates filed out as well.

Li Chongguang, the Sect Master of the Asura Sword Sect, immediately beckoned Li Yichen over, signaling for him to hurry to his side.

People from the other sects likewise called for their own talented disciples at once.

They had all sensed that something was wrong. Qin Luo might be facing a crisis now.

Naturally, Qin Yang and the others had come as well, rushing to Qin Luo's side at once.

"Patriarch, they may be plotting against you," Qin Yang said with a grave expression.

Qin Yu, who stood behind Qin Luo, shuddered all over.

So it was confirmed. Qin Luo really had not deceived him.

Qin Luo truly was the Qin Clan's Patriarch now.

But why had he not received even the slightest news of such a huge matter?

Had he become this cut off from the world?

Qin Yu thought it over carefully. He really had.

Ever since Qin Luo had dug out his Supreme Bone, he had begun wandering the world. He had found his path to rise again—digging graves and robbing tombs!

Forget information; he did not even see True Persons. The moment he encountered one, he would flee immediately, terrified they had come to capture him.

Looks like I'll need to interact with people more in the future. Especially with women—deeply.

Back when he had been squeezed dry, he had felt so miserable that he wished he were dead. Now that some time had passed, he found himself missing it a little. Once you have tasted the marrow, you know the flavor.

Qin Luo smiled. "No matter. I already guessed as much."

Then he turned and glanced at the Bronze Divine Hall. With a single thought, he could take the