"I am Wu Qi, and I greet you, friend."
"I am Qingyang, currently the Master of the Flying Swallow."
Ten Mile Flat Lake, dense white mist rising.
On Yao Yue Island, two Daoists sat opposite each other.
Staring at Luo Chen, Wu Qi's eyes revealed a sense of emotion; Demon King Qingyang's techniques were truly extraordinary!
Only after a few exchanges, did the other party reveal immense capabilities in both Soul Refining and Techniques.
Combining what had been rumored before...
He could not help but ask aloud, "Qingyang Daoist, could it be that you are indeed a True Disciple from the remains of the Yuan Mo Sect?"
Luo Chen's expression remained calm as he countered, "The Yuan Mo Sect has scattered in the wind. Does it matter whether I am or am not?"
Wu Qi was momentarily speechless.
That was logical, but if one could act under the name of Yuan Mo Sect, walking in the Immortal Cultivation World that had once been under its control would undoubtedly...
Suddenly.
