Chapter 628
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The dark night was like a boundless ink smeared across the sky. Not even the glimmer of stars could be seen.
Located in the eastern region of the Heavenly Flame Empire, there was a mountain peak shrouded in clouds and mist. The magnificent Sect Hall stood there. From afar, it looked like a ferocious giant beast was entrenched on top of the mountain.
Yin-Yang school, in a hidden hall.
"You said that Long Bufan from Ling Xuanwu Province has become a Legacy Disciple?"
The one who spoke was an old man with white hair and a mustache. He was dressed in a cyan robe with dark patterns. His whole body exuded a dignified aura. His eyes and expression did not have the slightest ripple. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking, giving people a feeling of deep shrewdness.
Among the Sects in the Heavenly Flame Empire, the only one that could contend with Ling Xuanwu Province was the Yin-Yang school. It was a Sect that had only developed in the last hundred years. Although the Yin-Yang school did not have a long history like Ling Xuanwu Province, it was still not to be underestimated.
And this cyan-robed old man with a mustache was the current Sect Master of the Yin-Yang school, Wu Mohong. His strength was unfathomable and was comparable to the Sect Master of Ling Xuanwu Province, Ying Yuanzi.
In front of Wu Mohong, a Yin-Yang school Deacon half-knelt on the ground. He lowered his head slightly and said in a respectful tone, "Yes, Sect Master. According to our spy in Ling Xuanwu Province, Long Bufan not only comprehended the flame totem on the Seven Profound Martial Arts Stone Tablet, but also opened the trial space of the totem stone. Therefore, he was accepted as a Legacy Disciple. This subordinate estimates that Long Bufan has at least reached the Spirit Sea Realm."
"Oh? There is such a thing. " Wu Mohong frowned slightly and said in a low voice, "I didn't expect this kid to grow to this extent in just one year."
A trace of ruthlessness flashed in the Yin-Yang school Deacon's eyes. He said, "Sect Master, do you need me to let the spy in Ling Xuanwu Province assassinate Long Bufan?"
Wu Mohong did not speak. He frowned thoughtfully. He sat upright on the mahogany chair and gently tapped his fingers on the table.
"Knock knock knock …"
The crisp and rhythmic tapping sound was extremely loud in the silent secret room.
After a moment, Wu Mohong stopped his movements and shook his head. He said calmly, "If we act so rashly, it will definitely arouse the vigilance of Ling Xuanwu Province. and this will affect the plan that we have been preparing for many years!
"You go down and await orders."
"Yes!" The Yin-Yang school Deacon's face was full of reverence. When he saw Wu Mohong waving his hand, he consciously got up and left the secret room.
In the empty secret room, Wu Mohong, who was left alone, was silent for a long time. He suddenly muttered to himself in a low voice, "With Long Bufan's talent, if we let him continue to grow like this, it will really be a headache for our Yin-Yang school in the future. It seems like this hidden danger can't be left alive."
Wu Mohong frowned. A few wisps of haze appeared on his pale face, and a trace of viciousness appeared in his long and narrow eyes.
"Brother Hong, although our Yin-Yang school has had some misunderstandings with you in the past, those are all in the past. I hope that we can turn hostility into friendship and benefit each other. Therefore, we will have to trouble you to come forward with this plan."
As he spoke, he tilted his head and looked at a dark corner of the secret room.
In the next moment, the air in the direction Wu Mohong was looking at suddenly distorted. A figure quietly stepped out of the darkness without any warning, as if it had always been there.
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