Hundred Beasts Mountain, thick clouds layered, rare absence of scorching sun, the usually noisy spirit beasts in the valley now seemed exceptionally silent.
As if they too had quieted down due to the impending heavy rain.
Master Qian He landed in the Great Hall of the Hundred Beasts Sect, yet he couldn't calm his heart.
More than ten years ago, he naturally knew he had left no traces, even if the Celestial Sand Sect had suspicions, it was no matter.
But the more he pondered Master Yue Hua's words, the more he realized he had indeed acted impulsively.
In the Southern Wilderness Province, although their Golden Core Sect had considerable authority, ultimately it depended on the stance of the Righteous Sect.
If the Righteous Sect decided to take action, even a few casual words could put the Hundred Beasts Sect in a tough spot.
But after all these years of consideration, he still couldn't think of a way to respond.
