Serpent Ancestor

Lu Shen nodded in agreement, not requiring Yuan Ming to demonstrate further. ”There are three days left before the disciples of our sect embark on their training journey. If you two have no other plans, why not come back with me to the Shengye Sect and stay for a few days? We can set off together. What do you think?”

Yuan Ming had no other engagements, so he did not refuse, and neither did He Wendao.

The four of them left the room and descended the stairs. As Yuan Ming looked up at the entrance of the Loose Cultivator Association, he suddenly paused.

Three Foundation Establishment cultivators had arrived, clad in the robes of Changchun Temple, their faces full of arrogance, looking down on the other cultivators with a hint of disdain.