Zhongli Meng and her fellow disciples had no clue what to make of it.
Out of caution, Zhongli Meng carefully put away the Storage Ring first.
Wei Zhenfang's words had been exceedingly strange, and no one readily believed him. Coupled with Fu Haotian's usual hypocrisy, everyone treated it as a conspiracy and remained on guard. With that, they went their separate ways.
Inner courtyard of the Immortal Palace.
Wei Zhenfang strode energetically into the residence, walking with his hands behind his back, his face glowing with vitality.
The sight of his arrogant bearing filled the eyes of the old men with envy and resentment.
Yet Wei Zhenfang had fought fiercely against eight Heaven-rank Devils. No matter how dissatisfied they were, they did not dare reveal it on the surface.
The strong were revered—an eternal truth that had never changed.
The experts could only smile on the outside while cursing like hell inside.
The farther Wei Zhenfang walked, the prouder he became. He passed straight through several courtyard gates, moving steadily with his presence fully unleashed, his eyes no longer seeing any of those insignificant scraps.
Just as he was about to enter the secret chamber, an old man approached and bowed.
"Brother Wei."
"We have returned safely, and you have also taken a Heaven-rank pill to regenerate your hand. If there is nothing urgent, perhaps you should hand over the Storage Bracelet so we can tally the devil corpses. That is the most important matter at present."
Wei Zhenfang merely glanced sideways at him indifferently and said nothing.
That single glance made the old man feel as if invisible pressure had enveloped his mind, and a trace of apprehension appeared in his eyes.
Wei Zhenfang wore an indifferent expression, the bearing of an expert growing ever more natural.
He had