Chaotic Winter Melon Essence

"Sect Master Uncle is just a mortal, who just happens to have his own 'billion' interpretations of various spells."
Atop Misty Peak, the sect's senior disciple was educating the new beginners.
At that moment, Sect Leader Ye Feng, holding a blade of grass, waved it gently, and a fierce Sword Qi split the sky in two, revealing a dark spatial rift that was difficult to heal, frightening the gods above.
The new disciple pointed at the sky, shocked, "And you told me the Sect Leader is just a mortal?"

The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

Ye Feng returned to Shenzhou and it was almost the end of the year.


The disciples were busy hanging lanterns and decorating the entire Misty Sect, and some were cleaning earnestly, ensuring that the sect's area was tidy and presentable.


Even spiritual beasts like Fox Da Hong were bustling about.


Li Jiaojiao led Bai Hanlin and hundreds of Spirit Chefs in cooking for everyone in Misty Sect with a delightful aroma wafting through the air.


Little White Fox, Iron Claw Dragon Eagle, and other spiritual beasts were responsible for serving the dishes.


Li Jiaojiao placed the dish on Little White Fox's claws and earnestly admonished it.


Little White Fox nodded vigorously and led the serving team to transport tens of thousands of dishes to the Sect Main Plaza, placing them on round tables Shi Lei had already arranged.


In Misty Sect, each circular table seated eight people.


Chapter 887: New Year's Eve, Giving Gifts, Recruiting Fourth Generation Disciples