"Hehe, so that's why the True Martial Sect is so confident." A hint of an inexplicable smile emerged on the corners of Pei Xuanjing's mouth. He gazed into the distance, thinking, "It seems that all these factions have their own plans, none of them are kind."
On Shenxiao Mountain, Deer Elder was telling Pei Xuanjing about some changes in the world over the years. Deer Elder, seeing Pei Xuanjing suddenly smile, asked puzzledly, "Master, is there something on your mind?"
"I just realize that I have underestimated the True Martial Sect. It controlled the Taoist School for more than six hundred years – it must be extraordinary," replied Pei Xuanjing without hiding his thoughts.
True Martial Sect?
The confusion on Deer Elder's face didn't dissipate but deepened. He didn't understand what Pei Xuanjing meant.
