Wings of Brahma

Very soon, the three days passed in the blink of an eye.

It was misty in the mountains in the early morning, and Chen Jingzhai had already left Tianyahai Pavilion.

He was not wearing the robe of Hongluan Peak but was clad in the black robe that was a spirit item from Daoxuan Peak.

With the Five Bamboo Sword nurtured in his core, he walked confidently forward with both hands free from carrying anything.

His black hair was tied back by a piece of white jade, with a small bag hung around his waist. His appearance was impeccable and efficient.

Chen Jingzhai took it easy and slowly as he came to the front of Deacon Hall.

The other nine inner disciples had already gathered there.

Together with the others, Cui Chengen, a Golden Core Sage himself, was looking at Chen Jingzhai.

Their sights were so powerful that it was enough to oppress one's spirit and cause a sense of guilt for no apparent reason.