Summary
“Sect Grasp Uncle is only a mortal, who simply occurs to have his personal ‘billion’ interpretations of assorted spells.”
Atop Misty Peak, the sect’s senior disciple was educating the brand new novices.
At that second, Sect Chief Ye Feng, holding a blade of grass, waved it gently, and a fierce Sword Qi break up the sky in two, revealing a darkish spatial rift that was troublesome to heal, horrifying the gods above.
The brand new disciple pointed on the sky, shocked, “And also you informed me the Sect Chief is only a mortal?”