Opportunity.
This matter was very illusory.
Han Muye's understanding was to fight for it with all his might.
He had never thought of the position of sect master. It seemed too far away.
However, the Nine Mystic Sword Sect was a big sect in the Western Frontier.
The stronger this tree was, the more carefree they could live.
If not for the fact that the sect was powerful, how could the direct disciples of the spiritual land have the chance to experience life?
Most of those small sects and itinerant cultivators were fighting over a spiritual rock.
Walking downstairs, Han Muye went to the entrance of the Sword Pavilion and watched Gao Xiaoxuan play with the little white fox.
Lin Shen and Lu Gao cultivated with all their might. As they sat, spiritual energy and sword qi surrounded them.
Han Muye looked up at the sun overhead.
He slowly closed his eyes, and the spiritual energy in his body returned to his dantian.
