Misty Mountain, Wayless Sect above.
Grand Hall Square.
Su Qianyuan walked onto this square with his shiny bald head.
His bald head had been frequently tempered by Earthly Sha, making it round and lustrous. It shone brilliantly under the sun, with an inexplicable charm lingering around it.
"Respected Master and the second senior brother have gone down the mountain, and that fatty from the sect is always in the Hall of Law Transmission. There's no one in the Divine Weapon Pavilion."
"It would be possible to sneak into the Divine Weapon Pavilion and have a look. Big senior brother said that it's full of Spiritual Treasures, but I don't know if that's true or not."
Excitement was clear on Su Qianyuan's face.
He looked towards the location of the Divine Weapon Pavilion.
He quickly headed toward the Divine Weapon Pavilion.
Su Qianyuan had heard this from his second senior brother, Zhang Han, before.
