Chapter 645: 642. Encounter Suddenly, Bainian Xiang’s eyes narrowed.
"Is that... the Sect Leader?"
Bainian Xiang couldn’t quite believe her eyes, how could she see the Sect Leader at Thousand Mechanism Lake?
Wasn’t the Sect Leader far away at East Lake?
East Lake is at least hundreds of thousands of miles from Thousand Mechanism Lake.
However, no matter how unbelievable it seemed, Bainian Xiang couldn’t believe she saw incorrectly. The Immortal Clear Wind Robe, she had worn it for some time. Of course, what caught Bainian Xiang’s eye was the flying sword, the Immortal Sect’s exclusive Sword Control Skill!
Upon closer inspection, besides the Sect Leader, there was also Senior Sister Huai Ye, Senior Brother Lin Kewu, and Senior Brother Qin Mo.
"Master."
Bainian Xiang hurriedly whispered to Zi Ran next to her.
Zi Ran glanced at Bainian Xiang, seeing Bainian Xiang pointing below, she curiously walked over.
Upon looking, she was stunned.
Was that Sect Leader Wen?
She wasn’t particularly surprised by Wen Ping’s appearance at Thousand Mechanism Lake, as she had seen the existence of flying ships and knew their speed. What surprised her most was that Wen Ping dared to come to Thousand Mechanism Lake, and was even wearing the Immortal Clear Wind Robe.
Thousand Mechanism Lake was the headquarters of the Hundred Sects Alliance.
Situ Xiuneng was a significant figure in Vast City.
The Immortal Sect killed Situ Xiuneng, and now the entire Four-star Giant Influence of East Lake, along with the higher-ups of the Hundred Sects Alliance, were aware of this. Wen Ping coming here felt like a lamb entering a tiger’s den. But even so, Wen Ping came anyway.
And came so calmly.
At this time, he was fighting someone in the snow.
After slaying the opponent, he had the leisure to search through the loot.
"Master Zi Ran, Xiang, what’s wrong?" At this moment, an elderly man slowly approached from the side.
The elderly man’s hair and beard had already turned white, but his face showed little sign of wrinkles. If his skin weren’t less smooth compared to youth, no one would believe he was almost two hundred years old.
"Grandfather Bu Ling, I saw... an acquaintance." Bainian Xiang was about to answer truthfully when she noticed her master’s hint, so she quickly paused and changed from ’Sect Leader’ to ’an acquaintance.’
Though confused, her master must have had a reason for doing so.
Bu Ling immediately looked down, maintaining a smile, "An acquaintance? Why, do you want to go down and meet them?"
Bainian Xiang quickly nodded.
Beside her, Zi Ran also spoke, "This is also an old friend’s child of mine... or so it might be."
To ensure Wen Ping’s safety, Zi Ran didn’t plan to speak honestly.
Bainian Xiang’s family, she completely trusted, as both Bainian Xiang and her father were old acquaintances.
But she couldn’t trust other families in the Hidden Dragon Sect. For example, the Bu Family, second only to Bainian’s family. As the clan leader of the Bu Family, Zi Ran still wasn’t sure about Bu Ling, worried she might be scheming behind the scenes.
Hearing the term ’old friend’s child’, Bu Ling’s expression didn’t change, maintaining his smile while saying, "Since it’s Master Zi Ran’s old friend’s child, I’ll send someone to bring them up to accompany us."
Bu Ling was thinking of currying favor with Zi Ran, as being close to Zi Ran was beneficial for the Bu Family, given Zi Ran’s status as the Three-Spin Vortex Divine Artisan.
At the same time, Wen Ping was down below, sorting through the loot, counting how many White Crystals he’d earned on this journey.
"Over 600 White Crystals, plus some miscellaneous items... At least it wasn’t a waste of time."
Throughout the day, Wen Ping had raided four or five bandit nests.
The hard work involved went without saying.
It was all a matter of one sword strike.
With that, Wen Ping decided to stop. Although what he gained was stolen goods and those he killed were villains, there were still downsides to it. Once one gets hooked on such actions, it might be hard to rein it in later.
Wen Ping still wished to be a Sect Leader of a Super Sect, behaviors that slightly degrade elegance should be minimized.
Just then, a Great Demon of the Wing Race suddenly descended from the sky.
The people on the Wing Race’s Great Demon let down a rope and said, "Do you know Master Zi Ran?"
"Elder Zi Ran."
Huai Ye and the others, upon hearing this, couldn’t help but show joy.
Before the people on the Wing Race’s Great Demon could ponder the words ’Elder Zi Ran’, Wen Ping said, "Zi Ran... I know her."
"Then please come up, Master Zi Ran awaits you all."
"Let’s go, climb up." Since Zi Ran sent someone to receive them, Wen Ping was straightforward.
Being able to see people from his own Sect here felt quite good.
It felt a bit like meeting fellow countrymen in a foreign land.
"Sect Leader, what about these?"
Huai Ye pointed to the loot behind—Demon creatures.
"Let them regain their freedom." Bringing along a group of weak Demons wasn’t necessary; letting them return to their own realm was better.