In the central region of the Northwest, there stood a towering mountain that pierced the clouds.
It was known as Wuwang Mountain!
The Wuwang Sect was established atop this mountain.
At this moment.
Within the Immortal Palace at the peak.
Bu Kongchan, who was seated in meditation, suddenly had a small, delicate golden sword flying towards her.
Opening her eyes, Bu Kongchan looked at the golden sword and slightly furrowed her brows.
"Isn't this Junior Brother He Tianyuan's sword? Could it be that he has met with disaster? Who would dare to kill a True Disciple of my Wuwang Sect?"
As she spoke, Bu Kongchan reached out her hand and the golden sword landed in the palm of her hand.
But as soon as it touched her palm, the small sword lost all its spirit and became a piece of scrap iron.
While Bu Kongchan was still puzzled, a low voice from outside said, "Senior Sister, Master has asked for you!"
