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, Ancient Sacred True Dragon, and Star River Saint stood there, perplexed, not understanding why the Replica Ancient Saint would say such a thing.


"Are you people of the Celestial Clan?" Ye Feng looked to the Ancient Sacred True Dragon and Star River Saint.


"No!" Both shook their heads in unison.


"What a coincidence! I'm not either; I'm from Shenzhou." Having said that, Ye Feng turned to look at the Replica Ancient Saint.


"You are not people of the Celestial Clan?"


This time, it was the Replica Ancient Saint's turn to be stunned.


Ye Feng and the others exchanged a glance then spread their hands, unison in their response, "We have never been people of the Celestial Clan."


"Then..." The Replica Ancient Saint was at a loss for words.


He had originally believed that these three were definitely from the Celestial Clan, because, in the entire Starry Sky World, aside from this place, only Shenzhou and the Celestial Clan still had Saints presiding over them.


Chapter 900: Replica Ancient Saint, Minor Immortal Realm, The Whereabouts of the Saints