Eastern

“Sect Master Uncle is just a mortal, who just happens to have his own ‘billion’ interpretations of various spells.”

Atop Misty Peak, the sect’s senior disciple was educating the new beginners.

At that moment, Sect Leader Ye Feng, holding a blade of grass, waved it gently, and a fierce Sword Qi split the sky in two, revealing a dark spatial rift that was difficult to heal, frightening the gods above.

The new disciple pointed at the sky, shocked, “And you told me the Sect Leader is just a mortal?”