As the event under Xitong Mountain came to an end, the sky brightened.
The numerous disciples of Mysterious Soldiers Sect had all fled back into their sect.
However, those who returned to the sect gathered in front of the mountain gate, yet dared not take a step further inside.
Xie Dezhao came from behind, saw hundreds of people gathered here, and angrily said, "What are you all doing? Go inside!"
"Sect Master, look!"
Xie Dezhao followed the direction pointed by the disciple and saw Zhang San already inside the mountain gate of Mysterious Soldiers Sect, with a carpet laid out on the ground, a table set up in the middle, enjoying drinks with a woman.
Although the woman was dressed gorgeously in bright, white attire that was dazzling and beautiful, she seemed like a maid in front of Zhang San, pouring him wine and serving him dishes.
"Zhang San, you… you… shouldn't you still be at Xitong Mountain?"
As Xie Dezhao finished his sentence, he suddenly realized something.
