There were still many martial artists lurking in the area, and their information channels were not as fast as Fu Quanliang's. They were completely unaware that the situation had already changed.
Chu Zheng tried to communicate with them, but the process was not very pleasant. In the end, Chu Zheng brought back many mutilated corpses, both men and women.
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...
Night fell.
Chu Zheng sat cross-legged on the couch, packing his gear. He dug up several books from the Immortal Sect that he had originally buried underground and stored them in his storage bag.
The storage bag could not be taken into the Phantom Spirit Sect. He would need to think of a way...
Whoosh—
The door was suddenly pushed open, and Song Lingxue stepped slowly into the room, her expression calm.
"We set off tomorrow. Where are you going?"
"Phantom Spirit Sect." Chu Zheng did not hide it and told her truthfully.
