The sects who had attended this time around were all the strongest major sects in the entire Xuanhuang World. As long as they were in agreement, the minor sects would not have any opinions about it.
As for Lin Fan, even though the strength of these disciples might be pretty weak, this was where the foundation made a difference.
There was no way the boundless Human race wouldn't be able to produce any sort of supremely peerless geniuses.
And right now, Lin Fan was laying down his plans.
The special body type that was produced by Wang Xiaoming was a whip of motivation for all the different geniuses out there.
And speaking of Wang Xiaoming, Lin Fan truly did not know how that lad was doing right now.
With a single thought of his, Lin Fan could sense everything. The image of Wang Xiaoming appeared within Lin Fan's mind immediately.
At this moment, Wang Xiaoming was walking through a luscious patch of forest while humming a melodious tune.
