Misty Mountain, within the Wayless Sect.
The rice-devouring blade-drawer Ning Fan walked up in a daze.
He was utterly baffled.
After having a meal.
His own Respected Master had run off to who knows where and left him in the care of that Sect Master uncle.
And then that Sect Master uncle seemed too lazy to bother with him and told him to come up to the Wayless Sect on his own, just like that.
Ning Fan could only trudge up in a daze by himself.
Wandering alone on the deserted streets of the Wayless Sect, Ning Fan looked lost.
"It seems like those few have already left?"
"The Wayless Sect is so quiet."
Ning Fan, feeling rather emotional, looked around at the empty surroundings and said.
Nobody would have thought.
That the Wayless Sect, known in the outer world as a legendary supreme sect, would be so quiet.
"But where exactly should I go?"
Ning Fan felt confused.
He had nowhere else to go, right?
