At the foot of a rundown little hill, Chen Nan and Jiang Zheng stared at each other.
Amidst the surrounding majestic and beautiful mountains, this little hill stood out conspicuously.
Chen Nan's eyelid twitched, pointing at the hill with a face full of grief and anger: "Don't tell me this is the Qingshan Sect!"
What happened to the promised thousand-year heritage?
What happened to being only a notch below the Yuantian Sect?
This can't even compare to the Miscellaneous Peak of the Yuantian Sect!
At this moment.
A feeling of being deceived spontaneously arose, Chen Nan clenched his fist, wanting to explode in anger.
This kind of sect definitely provides resources for disciples far inferior to the Yuantian Sect, wouldn't the cultivation time be indirectly prolonged?
"Old man, can you tell me which of what you've said is true?" He stared directly into Jiang Zheng's eyes, angrily twitching his mouth incessantly.
