November 6th.
The second day after Hu Ping’s advancement, outside Nanyuan City.
This time, the eighth elder personally came out to recruit him. The sect master of the Herculean sect didn’t show his true body, but instead, it was the sound of a puppet. These days, the Sun and the Moon were heavy, so he wasn’t that careless. He also didn’t dare to completely trust the heaven-hunting pavilion.
The eighth elder wore a golden-rimmed mask and calmly said, “If you join the heaven-hunting pavilion, after this change in the human realm ends and you return to the Heavenly Battlefield, you will definitely advance to the position of an elder. You can enter four divisions or two pavilions.”
