As the disciples of each sect departed, only the disciples of Dalun Mountain remained amidst the ruins of the Gourd Ruins. Although these disciples numbered fewer than three hundred, their vitality, qi, and spirit had reached its peak.
Each of them gazed at Zheng Ming with eyes full of reverence, as though looking at Master Sanfa.
"Uncle Master, where should we go next?" Long Yun asked respectfully, approaching Zheng Ming and inquiring softly.
The shock brought to Long Yun by this little Uncle Master today was so immense that even now, he couldn't calm his heart.
Dalun Mountain, one of the Nine Sects, had always hovered between mid and lower ranks, frequently unable to express their indignation when their disciples were slain by the disciples of the Four Heavens.
Especially today, the domineering and powerful Sage Disciple Guan Tianlin had made them feel an unreachable awe.
