"An entire force gave up together..." The old man murmured to himself, "Such a thing has never happened in the last 1,000 years."
After all, the Wuwei Daoist Alliance is a large cultivation force. Since Dajin has no wars going on and didn't discover any mystical places that they need to explore at the risk of their lives, how come no cultivators want to come to the conference? It is impossible!
"This is a serious issue. If there is anyone who is trying to make trouble for the Cultivation Realm Conference, we can never let it pass!"
"Master, you summoned me. What happened?" At this moment, a white-clothed young man with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes walked over.
Like Lu Wu, this young man looked to be in his twenties, but his behavior and temperament oozed an indescribable sense of vicissitude.
He was wearing a white robe, he had a diamond-shaped mark as big as a rice grain between his eyebrows.
