On the top of a mountain outside Xiaotiandu Dojo, an old man in black robe stood with his hands behind his hands, looking into the distance, as if waiting for something.

After a while, a domineering aura came.

Immediately afterwards, a young man appeared.

None other than Sikong Wuming.

"Master Wei."

Sikong Wuming shouted.

The old man nodded slightly: "Go."

"Ready?"

Sikong Wuming looked surprised.

The old man nodded and said: "Everything is ready."

Sikong Wuming's eyes flashed.

The old man was silent for a moment, then stared at Sikong Wuming, and said slowly: "You have to think about the consequences. Once the Immortal King Palace knows about it, they will definitely start a war with me, the Supreme Pavilion."

The corners of Sikong Wuming's lips curled up slightly, and he said slowly: "My Dragon-Swallowing Holy Body has been completed, no one can notice it."

"In fact, Fang Xinyan is obviously a better choice, why did you suddenly regret it?"

The smile on Sikong Wuming's face disappeared, and he looked at Master Wei, hoping to get an answer.
Chapter completed!