After Li Chu left the flying sect.
Daoist priest Yao Ding and elder Yao Lian stood in the sea of clouds at the peak, their Daoist robes fluttering as they looked around.
"Sigh ..." Yao Ding Zhenren sighed, " "In the past hundred years, we've finally won first place. However, it was a little disgraceful for him to come here, and he had even used up the most precious divine clone of the patriarch. In the future, if a sect-destroying calamity truly befalls you, then you'll be the sect's sinner."
"Hehe, I think it might be a good thing." Elder Yao Lian was all smiles, his gaze penetrating.
"Oh?" "What do you mean, senior brother?" Yao Ding looked at him.
"The sect narrowly escaped death, so the patriarch's distraction and the consumption of his Kasaya can actually be considered a kind of retribution, right?"
