Qingxuan Sect.
Outside the Mountain Gate.
When Fang Xing casually flicked his sword to summon the Supreme Elder for an audience, it was admittedly rather impolite.
He gazed at the distant green mountains, contemplating the array formations that sprawled out before him, and silently nodded in approval: "Although the Qingxuan Sect has declined, this Mountain Protection Array, which has been reinforced generation after generation, truly possesses formidable power..."
"Speaking of which, my connection with the Qingxuan Sect is far from superficial."
Not only had he dealt with various subordinate forces and disciples of the Qingxuan Sect in the Wilderness,
but after the Core Formation female cultivator of the Qingxuan Sect met her demise, her 'Flying Phoenix Hairpin' Magic Treasure was still lying idle in his storage bag.
Whoosh!
