The scenery of the Ten Thousand Dao Sect was unquestionably beautiful. It was less thrilling but more beautiful than the Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect.

Since all the elders were holding the exchange, the dozens of disciples followed the Chief Head Disciple of the Ten Thousand Sect, Xu Zhu, to a nearby mountain to enjoy the scenery.

Along the way, the disciples from each holy land naturally grouped up and mingled, aside from the Chief Head Disciples. Jiang Fuding and Xu Zhu were walking side by side, talking about something.

Ye Aotian naturally followed behind Ling Bo Re, but what he got in return was that cold expression, telling him to stay far away. Ye Aotian was not unhappy but instead had a silly smile while he followed behind the disciple of the Hundred Flower Valley. Zhao Jiuge didn’t see the woman in pink who was with Ling Bo Re that night when she killed the flood dragon.

Although he was a disciple of the Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect, he didn’t seem to want...