Meng Zheng stood rooted to the ground. That's right, who in this world had a heart as solid as a rock? who didn't have any distracting thoughts? who didn't have inner demons? Wrong, it was all wrong. Meng tribe's cultivation path had been wrong from the very beginning. However, if there were inner demons, how could one reach the peak of cultivation? What was wrong? His mind was in a mess, and he couldn't understand no matter how much he thought about it.
On the endless peak, Dongfang Chenqing's face was filled with anxiety. Even Ling Fenghua, who was originally full of confidence in Ling Chuxi, had an uneasy look on his face. The two of them held the hilt of their swords tightly. As long as Ling Chuxi's sword tip pierced half an inch deeper, even if they had to risk their lives, even if they had to completely break off relations with the aristocratic family's ruling council, they would still make their move.
However, at this moment, Ling Chuxi suddenly stopped.
