Heng Yu sat directly under the sycamore tree, leaning against the sycamore tree, looking a little lazy. She was eating spiritual fruits, and Fu Xiuzhu sat down beside her and also gnawed spiritual fruits with her.

Not to mention, the taste of the fourth-grade spiritual fruit is still good.

"Junior Brother Fu's cultivation level has reached the middle stage of foundation building, congratulations." Heng Yu said "congratulations" without any sincerity.

Fu Xiuzhu smiled bitterly and did not respond. When he learned that the era of Dharma-Ending Age had arrived and the environment that monks would face in the future, how could he feel satisfied with the cultivation level of this middle-stage foundation building?

Even the Nascent Soul monks have lost their money in the endless mountains?

There was only a little light left in Venerable Wen's soul card. It was almost gone at some point, but Fu Xiuzhu glanced at Hengyu after the light, and looked at the other party's calm side face. The comfort that had been written on the draft suddenly could not be said.

She doesn't need it.

He is very sure of this.

"I went to Yitianshui City a few months ago, and met Song Ning and Liu Buyan there." Heng Yu would look for Fu Xiuzhu and wanted to tell him about this.

After all, if Master Wen had expected, the four of them might have a chance to cooperate in the future. When the three parted that day, Song Ning and Liu Buyan both released their kindness to Fu Xiuzhu through Hengyu.

After Fu Xiuzhu left, Heng Yu was still sitting under the roots of the tree until he noticed that the fluctuations of spiritual power in the yard were a little abnormal for a moment. He stood up from the ground and bent over to salute the person, "President."

He was wearing a gray Taoist robe with complicated runes embroidered on it. He stood there with a temperament like pine and orchid, and his fairy-like Taoist style was the head of Guiyi Sect.

The master was unaware of his life and death in the endless mountains. There was an unknown identity hidden in the sect, like Lu Song, who was deeply involved with the demon clan. And the strangeness of the ancestor Wen was very similar to the black fog she got. She could not provide strong evidence to prove the abnormality of the two, but no matter how much the head could believe her, she had to inform the head of this matter.

Otherwise, with these two people here, even if Guiyi Sect is strong, it will definitely be dragged down and eventually robbed.

"Do you know what you mean today?" The head of the sect looked at Heng Yu with deep eyes. For a moment, he didn't even control his own pressure. The pressure in the late stage of the Nascent Soul pressed towards Heng Yu.

Endless pressure was pressing towards her, Heng Yu pursed her lips, looked up at the head and looked at the head, and still stood straight under his pressure.

She naturally knew how desperate it would be if her words were spread.

Lu Song, the head of the sect's personal disciple, was the most popular candidate for the next head of Guiyi Sect. Wen Zushi is one of the god-making ancestors of Canglan Continent, only half a step away from ascension. He is one of the greatest confidences of Guiyi Sect.

Two people with such a status may be a disaster for the same sect.

"Disciple knows." Heng Yu responded, "but it is precisely because of their special identities that the disciple has to inform the leader."

There is indeed no big reason for these two people to betray the same sect.

But sometimes people's hearts are like ghosts, and sometimes people's hearts have delusions.
Chapter completed!