Mount Song.
Zuo Lengchan sat cross-legged in a quiet chamber, circulating his energy to heal his injuries.
Only after a long time did he open his eyes, but his face was still pale.
"At last, I've cleared out the true qi that Demon Cult Right Envoy left inside me." Zuo Lengchan let out a long breath, but worry still covered his face.
"How could that Demon Cult Right Envoy be so astonishingly gifted? Where did Ren Woxing find such a martial prodigy?"
He had thought that using the man he had planted in the Huashan Sect to provoke Feng Qingyang into action would be enough to kill Ren Woxing, leaving the Sun Moon Demon Cult a host of dragons without a head.
Then he could rally the heroes of the world and destroy Blackwood Cliff in one stroke.
Even if he could not completely wipe out the Sun Moon Demon Cult, it would end up like the Great Song Demon Cult, unable to recover its strength for ten or twenty years.
Meanwhile, the Mount Song Sect could grow rapidly during that time and fulfill his lifelong dream.
But Ren Woxing had not come. He had sent the Sun Moon Demon Cult's Right Envoy instead, and that young man had unexpectedly killed Feng Qingyang before everyone's eyes!
He had told everyone that this Demon Cult Right Envoy practiced the Sunflower Manual and would inevitably become terrifying beyond measure, yet no one had been willing to help. He had even been wounded by the man's Flying Needles, and his injury still had not healed.
"It looks like Mount Song must enter Mountain-Sealing. Ten years should be enough for it to recover."
"I gained quite a bit from watching that battle, too. Perhaps I'll have a chance to break through to the Great