In the Sect Master's Small Building, on the eve of the Immortals and Demons Disciple Recruitment Conference.
Wu Wang emerged from his cultivation state with a look of regret, pressing down layers of insights from the depths of his heart as he rose from his couch. A section of the soft cushion had been flattened by his weight.
Three feet of sunlight illuminated the finest dust particles, as the Daoist essence around Wu Wang gently rippled like flowing water.
There was no helping it. Being the Sect Master meant that since he enjoyed the respect of everyone in the Annihilation Sect, he also had to bear the responsibilities of the Sect Master.
They of the Annihilation Sect were unlike the Xuan Nu Sect, which could gather a large number of experts, each capable of holding their own.
