"The official has received news that there may be thugs trying to attack the city of Wushan recently. If nothing happens to the young master, it is best to take people to move out of Wushan first and settle down relatives and friends." Lin Zhao kindly persuaded. "If you are worried about encountering trouble on the road,

You can come to my city and stay temporarily."

"Thank you, Mr. Lin, for your kindness." Zhang Rongfang understood that this was a kind reminder from the other party.

But he has more confidence in Yuannu Canyon. When Yuannu is quiet, the safety of the canyon is stronger than that of Wushan Mansion.

It's just that my sister and brother-in-law may have to find ways to pick people up at critical moments.

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Snow powder flew by and the wind howled.

Deep in the Snowy Mountains, inside the towering Xuehong Pavilion.

A tall man wearing gray and white stone armor was slowly walking into the main hall with the open door - Wanjun Hall.

Wanjun Hall is 22 meters high and 45 meters wide. It is in the shape of a rectangular shape with rounded corners and the four walls are gray and black. It looks like a huge spire church.

In the lobby, stone statues of black men covered in heavy armor, holding long bows and bending to shoot, were lined up on both sides of the entrance passage.

Each statue is at least six meters high.

On the ceiling, there are huge trays of candles hanging.

They are like bright golden flowers, composed of ninety-nine candlesticks, arranged in floral patterns, providing light to the entire Wanjun Hall.

The stone-armored man slowly walked into the main hall step by step, his boots hitting the ground with a dull thumping sound that echoed continuously.

When he reached the middle section, he suddenly stopped and looked up.

At the deepest end of Wanjun Hall, beside a huge stone seat, stood an old face that was extremely familiar to him.

"Old Yue, long time no see. What are you doing here?" The man recognized the other person's identity.

That person is the current leader of the Taoist Sect, Yue Dewen, who is known as the best master in the world and is suspected to be the contemporary Moon King.

"I have nothing to do, come and take a look." Yue Dewen replied with a smile. He was still covered by the gray cloak he wore when he met Zhang Rongfang.

There is still the same smile on his face, but this smile, here in Wanjun Hall, has a hint of danger.

"Are you here to see me?" the man asked.

"Yeah, I haven't contacted you for a while, and I miss you a little bit." Yue Dewen said with a smile. "So, where are the others?"

"Among the twelve Pavilion Masters, he ranks first. As the Grand Pavilion Master, he is my deputy. His strength is comparable to that of yours. Is it possible that you are still worried about something happening to him?" the man said calmly.

"Isn't the General Pavilion asking questions knowingly? Something is wrong with the situation recently. Previously, your Xuehong Pavilion actually sent people to investigate my precious apprentice behind my back... This matter is a bit unreasonable..." Yue Dewen replied

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The Grand Master of the Xuehong Pavilion sent someone to investigate, and the person he was investigating turned out to be someone he recognized. As the deputy Pavilion Master, the number one Lao Dou didn't even give any notice.

This isn't right.
Chapter completed!