A month flew by.
Ever since Tongtian had immersed himself in raising his cultivation realm,
All the Sects' affairs had been left to Ying Dang, Mo Hai, and the others.
Nan Yi had simply hidden himself away on the Floating Immortal Island, with no intention of coming out. Holy Mother Feihong would arrive in another month anyway, and then nothing would be able to threaten him.
Outside the gates of the Interception Sect's sacred grounds, in a secluded spot.
Xiao Ming stood with his brows tightly knitted, the elites of White Tiger Hall gathered behind him.
"Have you all investigated thoroughly?"
"Has the Holy Land Interception Sect really kept its gates closed for over a month without making a single move?"
His face deathly pale, Yan Tu stepped forward with a grave expression, his eyes filled with hatred.
"Hall Master, there's no mistake."
"The entire Holy Land Interception Sect has done nothing since I left last time."
"I have no idea what Nan Yi is up to now."
His physical body had been destroyed, leaving only his true spirit. Even after rebuilding his body, Yan Tu had suffered a grievous loss of vitality.
The reason they had made no move for an entire month was that Xiao Ming, the Hall Master of White Tiger Hall, feared Tongtian, who could kill his subordinates with a single blow.
After all, Tongtian could instantly kill an expert at the peak of the sixth heaven of the Dao-Unification Realm.
He was no longer some insignificant figure who could be ignored. Naturally, Xiao Ming had to proceed cautiously.
After pondering for a moment, Xiao Ming suddenly turned toward the White Tiger Hall elders who had accompanied him.
"Jiang Yang, Wang Chu, you two go to the gates of the Holy Land Interception Sect and test