Ren Ye left as quickly as he came. On the surface, it seemed that he, the master of Turtle Back Peak, didn't care much about his disciples.
However, Tang Feng, who once served as the ancestor dragon of the dragon group, knew that for a person in a high position, the best way is not to interfere too much, but to maintain a balance among his disciples.
As a powerful Taoist realm warrior, although he is far from opening his own Immortality Bridge to the other side and opening up the supreme secret realm, what happens in the front cannot escape his control.
In other words, Ren Ye had already known about today's fight between Tang Feng and Zhong Wudao. His failure to come forward undoubtedly meant that he agreed with the fight between the two parties.
When Ren Ye reached the main hall where Turtle Back Peak was located, he used his supreme status to reach it, but found that there were already two people standing there.
One of them was a white-haired old man who looked like he had gone through many vicissitudes of life but was full of energy. The other was an old man in his fifties who was wearing a black robe and looked majestic.
Both of them had their backs to Ren Ye, their hands behind their backs and they raised their heads slightly, looking at the vast and simple picture of the turtle hanging on the hall.
"Although the divine turtle has a long life, it still has its end!" The white-haired old man suddenly sighed, and there seemed to be an indescribable helplessness in his voice.
Ren Ye's eyes narrowed when he saw this, and he immediately quickened his pace and walked into the main hall. This main hall is the main palace of the Turtle Back Peak Lord. Ordinary disciples must not enter without being summoned.
Now these two old men suddenly appeared for no reason, which in itself proves their extraordinary status.
"My subordinate, Director Ye of Turtle Back Peak, has paid homage to the lord of the clan and met the master of the Law Enforcement Hall!" Ren Ye saluted.
"No need to be polite, come here and talk!" The gray-haired old man just waved his hand slightly and did not look back.
It turns out that this person is the current head of the Xuanwu Sect. He is also a well-known figure among the eight major sects in the Pan-Asian continent. It is said that his cultivation has reached an extremely advanced level.
As for the other majestic and imposing old man in black robe, he is the head of the Xuanwu Sect, the law enforcement hall with great power.
Although the Xuanwu Sect has eight major peaks, each of which disciplines and restrains its disciples on its own, the Law Enforcement Hall has the ultimate jurisdiction over the eight major peaks.
Even the Xuanwu Peak, the main peak of the sect, would not dare to openly violate the sect's rules under normal circumstances. After all, the current leader of the law enforcement hall is famous in the sect for his strict enforcement of the law.
Ren Ye slowly walked forward with doubts and asked: "I wonder if the sect leader has suddenly arrived. Does he have any missions?"
The sect leader was dressed in a white robe. Although his hair was already snow-white, his complexion was very good. Everyone in the sect knew that the current sect leader was over five hundred years old, but he looked like he was in his fifties.
Although the white-haired old man still had his hands behind his back, his other hand suddenly waved gently, and a black ripple emerged, covering the entire hall.
Ren Ye was even more confused when he saw this. He clearly saw that the sect leader's move just now was obviously using magical power to isolate the entire hall from the outside world.
This situation can only show that what the sect master talks about next must be of great importance.
The Xuanwu Sect Master just turned around leisurely and glanced at Ren Ye meaningfully, but still did not speak, which made Ren Ye suddenly feel inexplicably nervous.
Although the Turtle Back Peak Master is now at the fourth level of Taoist level and is considered a master in the Pan-Asia Continent, he seems to be in a hurry in front of the sect master.
He knew very well that in front of a powerful person like the sect leader, the Taoist realm was actually just like a child who had just learned to walk.
Although the Xuanwu Sect is the weakest among the eight major sects, it is just a competition of sect strength. However, the top power of the sects, such as the sect leader in front of you, is not much weaker than the other sect masters.
It is said that as early as more than two hundred years ago, the sect leader had successfully condensed his own Immortality Bridge, and more than a hundred years ago, he successfully walked across the other side and entered the supreme secret realm.
Of course, this is just a legend. After all, for more than two hundred years, almost no one in the sect has seen him take action.
Ren Ye still didn't speak, still standing in front of the two of them like a child.
The white-haired old man finally spoke leisurely after sizing up Ren Ye for a moment: "Everyone says that Turtle Back Peak has the lowest strength among the eight major peaks, right?"
In fact, as a sect leader, it is impossible not to know about the strength between the eight major peaks, but what Ren Ye didn't understand was why the old man still asked more questions even though he knew it.
Of course, Ren Ye could only answer honestly: "Yes, I really do not live up to the expectations of the sect leader. The disciple's ability is low and he has not carried forward Turtle Back Peak."
The white-haired old man waved his hand and interrupted him: "Among the eight peak masters, your temperament is the most focused on inaction and lacks the spirit of advancement."
Ren Ye was about to refute when he heard this, but the sect leader had no intention of letting him speak, and said again: "As for the new disciple, what do you, the peak master, think of it?"
Ren Zhizhi suddenly trembled, and it was only then that he realized that it turned out that these two important figures came here because of Tang Feng.
It's just that he didn't know that this little boy from the ancestral land of the earth would actually attract the attention of these two people. After thinking about it, he said: "This boy has a certain amount of talent and is a talent that can be made."
The white-haired old man suddenly smiled and asked: "That's it?"
Ren Ye was startled, and for a moment he didn't know how to speak.
The sect leader smiled and shook his head, sighing: "That kid took action just now. Didn't you, the peak master, see something?"
Ren Ye answered truthfully: "It can be seen that his martial arts is indeed good, especially the last move, which looks even more extraordinary. There are faint signs of heaven-level martial arts."
The white-haired old man looked at him sideways, as if waiting for him to continue speaking, but at this time, Ren Ye had stopped talking.
"No more?" The sect master had to ask again.
"Also, that kid's big hand at the end seems to contain a trace of the true meaning of the Dragon Clan..." At this point, Ren Ye shuddered, his pupils shrank, and he finally realized something.
The white-haired old man then smiled thoughtfully, shook his head and said, "Now you finally know why your Turtle Back Peak is at the bottom among the eight major peaks, right?"
Ren Ye nodded and sighed with shame: "Disciple understands that my nature is indeed a bit idle and lazy, and I still lack attention and discipline for my disciples."
The white-haired man did not make any comments, but raised his head slightly, looked at the vast sky in the distance through the palace door, and then said leisurely: "The Dragon Clan is naturally mysterious and noble. Even in our Pan-Asian continent, it is difficult to see it, let alone the aura.
The ancestral land of the earth has long been exhausted."
"That kid's big hand not only has the true meaning of the Dragon Clan, but also has a very thin trace of the Dragon Clan's true blood. Combined with the major event that shocked the fantasy world more than 20 years ago, that kid's identity..."
Speaking of this, the sect leader just laughed twice, but there was a kind of helplessness in the laughter.
