At Blackwood Cliff, Lin Lang was contemplating the Martial Dao, hoping to improve his horizontal training cultivation method again and strive for a fourth transformation of his essence blood.
Or he could find a way to advance his primordial spirit further. After all, the stronger he was, the better, when dealing with that old fellow Di Shitian.
But suddenly, he sensed something amiss and looked toward the northwest.
"Someone shattering the void? Is it Wanwan?"
Lin Lang found it rather strange. There shouldn't have been any experts left over there.
Although Wanwan now possessed the strength to shatter the void, he hadn't left yet. She certainly wouldn't leave alone.
Or had some hidden old monster emerged over there?
Lin Lang stood up and went to Mud Bodhisattva's little courtyard halfway down the mountain.
Seeing Lin Lang, Mud Bodhisattva spoke without waiting for him to ask. "Right Envoy, have you come to ask about what's happening in that direction? All I can say is that fortune and disaster go hand in hand. Decide for yourself whether to go."
Lin Lang was puzzled. Opportunities that counted as good fortune for him were hard to come by now, and disasters capable of hurting him were even rarer.
In that case, there must be an earth-shaking opportunity there.
I'll send someone to investigate first.
He passed down his orders. No longer in the mood for secluded cultivation, he held his child and played in the little courtyard at the summit.
That afternoon, Wen Chouchou suddenly rushed into the courtyard.
Wen Chouchou had always known his bounds. For him to barge straight into the summit courtyard, something major must have happened.
As though reading Lin Lang's gaze, Wen Chouchou said directly, "Right Envoy, nothing has happened to the Holy Sect or Sword Sect, nor is