“I hope so.” Feng Jue calmed himself before he turned around and left. He could only pray that nothing happens or the eight big sects would be responsible if he flared up and alarmed his master.

“Elder Lin, who’s Martial Uncle Feng’s Junior Brother?” The nearby Dragon Pulse Realm elder asked. His question made Lin Zhen briefly stunned because it looked like no one knew about Jian Jingtian’s name anymore. Time had passed quickly, and eighteen years had passed in the blink ...