Outside the sky-propping pillar.

The Mountain-Moving Sect Master, with Yan Chongzhang and a crowd of elders, saw them off in person.

"To be honest, I thought he looked a lot like him before. Now I don't think so."

Standing on the fine treasure ship, Luo Changchun stared at the ink-black robe stirring faintly at the very front and spoke softly to Lin You.

In quite a few ways, this Sect Master Shen did resemble the mysterious young cultivator who had suddenly lashed out at the Dragon Consort's birthday banquet. But in the thing that mattered most, their temperaments, they were worlds apart.

The man at the birthday banquet had been brutal by nature, you could tell at a glance. This young Sect Master looked far more reserved and gentle, with something of a true gentleman's air.

No wonder these Dao-sons were all so close to him.

"If there's anything the Mountain-Moving Sect can do, one message will be enough."

Sect Master Huang cupped his hands. On his beaming face was a trace of mixed feeling no one else could see.

The sect's founding patriarch had probably never imagined that his sect would one day stand against the Boundless Dao-Sovereign Sect. It had truly come up in the world.

Now there was no other way. He could only pin his hopes on this Sect Master Shen.

"Farewell."

Shen Yi nodded, waved his hand, and flew the Clear-Moon treasure ship off in the agreed direction.

On the road home, the Dao-sons were all silent, lost in their own thoughts. This trip to Xihong had opened their eyes. Whether it was the many kinds of powers or the so-called Dao Weapon Register, these were things the cultivators of Nanhong never came into contact with.

But the time had been too short. In the end they could only be onlookers and could not take part themselves, which was a pity.

The Cloud River Sect cultivators looked ahead with some curiosity.

To them, Nanhong was more like something that existed only in rumor. Everyone knew of it, but few had ever really been there.

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