"I've heard that the northern Sea sect has two wings,'Fuyao' and 'ten thousand miles'. Their combined strength is comparable to the twelve immortal sects. Now that I've met Wanshan Weng, I'm sure you're telling the truth."
In the pavilion, Lord Cang hai reached out and poured a cup of tea for the old man opposite him, his respect strong.
The old man in front of him was dressed in a black robe. His expression was rigid and he did not seem to be interested in Lord vast sea's politeness.
Wan Shanzi is just a loser in the last place of the 'Fuyao clan'. Lord Cang hai is the Dharma King of the demonic sect and is extremely noble. There's no need to be so polite.
It was also flattery, but his words were a little stiff compared to Lord Cang Hai's, more like ridicule.
Within the northern Sea sect, it wasn't a monolithic whole.
The entire sect's upper echelons were divided into the "Fuyao crowd" and the "ten thousand li disciple" factions.
