"This damned Sect, how many times have we encountered it now? Where exactly are they?" Zhang Fei Xuan asked.
Wang Qi Zheng's hair and beard were standing on end, unable to suppress his rage.
Zhao Region was his homeland, a place that had been dry since his childhood. He had always thought it was a fate decreed by the heavens, but now, returning to find it wasn't so, how could he not be furious?
"You know about it, don't you?" Wang Qi Zheng turned to Gongming Yue.
This person seemed to know everything and should certainly know about this matter too.
As for the Shennong Sect, Gongming Yue naturally knew it just as the Food Tower did; but knowing...
didn't do any good.
Gongming Yue said, "Well, as for the Sects of the Central Plains, they are not bound to one location but practice everywhere, so there really isn't a specific address."
