Meng Hao felt as if this identity he had acquired did come with its advantages, but also a lot of pressure. As a silk-pants, he could act virtually without the slightest scruple. However, this was an enormous Sect, and Sect rules could not be blithely ignored.
"It's too bad I couldn't find Patriarch Huyan…. I won't be able to track down any of the others any time soon either. In that case, there's no need to work so hard to try to find them. I'll just focus on acquiring Daoist magic legacies right here."
When he entered the Immortal's cave, Ke Yunhai was sitting cross-legged on his stone bed. He looked at Meng Hao and gave a cold harrumph.
"Do you know what your mistake was this time?" asked Ke Yunhai, his voice cold.
Meng Hao looked back at him but didn't say anything.
"Your mistake was that you shouldn't have brazenly killed a fellow disciple!" continued Ke Yunhai slowly.
Meng Hao's eyes glittered.
