"Gaoming, where exactly is this secret realm you mentioned? Why aren't we there yet?"
A Silver-Scaled Flying Python and a Greenback Beetle flew out of Limitless Mountain, heading southwest.
The speaker was an old devil seated on the Greenback Beetle.
Naturally, the one seated on the Silver-Scaled Flying Python was Wan Gaoming. He smiled and said,
"Please be patient, Sect Master. We're almost there, just south of the mountain. But judging by the restrictions on that secret realm, they're probably one or two thousand years old. Who knows whether anything is still left inside?"
Whenever the Sect Master was not present, Wan Gaoming always addressed the Vice Sect Master as Sect Master.
Pan Tianzhuo, Vice Sect Master of Limitless Mountain, smiled at this and said,
"Who cares? If nothing's left, we'll just treat this as an outing to clear our heads. If there is anything, we'll follow the old rules and take turns choosing one item each. Me first?"
Pan Tianzhuo really did want to get out and clear his head. Ever since that undying old bastard broke free of his seal, the situation on the mountain had changed drastically, and his words carried far less weight than before. Moreover, that old bastard wanted to set up a separate operation in Zhuanxu Dragon Cave and had transferred all the sect's young elite fighters there. Now only a bunch of old fossils remained in the sect as watchdogs.
He himself was the oldest dog of all.
Pan Tianzhuo felt somewhat helpless. Fortunately, there were still a few old dogs on the mountain willing to play with him. Among them, his favorite was undoubtedly this one-eyed dog before him. Promoting him to Third Elder had not been a waste.
Thus, having left the mountain gates, Pan Tianzhuo felt quite relaxed. His smile