The Zhong gang sect.
The ancestral land of the pillow stone su clan.
A cave abode located in the middle of the mountain.
The giant candles around them were pale white, and as they jumped, a dense aura spread out.
Su Lijing's clothes were still as luxurious as before, and his pure gold crown reflected specks of light. He sat upright and still on the main seat, his expression calm, without the slightest ripple.
A black-robed subordinate knelt on the ground with one knee and raised his hands over his head. He held a conch-shaped magic treasure and reported respectfully, " "The magic treasure that master requested has been successfully refined."
&Quot; this magic weapon was made by the best blacksmith in the clan. It can disguise anyone's voice. &Quot;
"Even Dao integration stage cultivators can't tell the difference."
"It completely meets the Lord's requirements."
As he spoke, the subordinate felt very strange.
