The wind at the scene was fierce.
After Li Honglie finished speaking, he walked into a nearby wooden rain shelter, sat down in a Taishi Chair, and was immediately served a cup of hot tea.
Enjoying this leisurely time.
Now, Yuning Mountain was completely free from external disturbances, firmly controlled by the Nine Sects.
As for the recent happenings, like at Qingyun Martial Arts Hall.
These matters were completely beneath the notice of the Nine Sects, and naturally, they wouldn't pay attention.
Only that young man named Shen Zhong had entered their observation, and if all went as expected, his Dao Sect would likely send senior figures to personally win him over.
The higher the level, the more one understands the importance of talent.
Just the death of a mere Lord Du San, bluntly speaking, it was inconsequential.
"Hah!"
Li Honglie blew away the foam on the tea, looking up at Li Chenfeng on the platform, a slight smile irresistibly pulling at the corners of his mouth.
