Imitating the Sect Master's Words

At the White Moon Lake, on a small island in the lake, Baizhi sat in a pavilion with a middle-aged man.

Behind Baizhi was a person in black robes, and across from her was a young woman.

At this moment, the two people sitting were looking at the sky.

It wasn't clear what they were thinking.

After a long time, the middle-aged man said, "Elder Baizhi, what do you think?"

Nangong Wenwu, one of the elders of the Blackheaven Sect, had a high status. This time, he was here to represent the Blackheaven Sect.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have the honor of being personally received by Baizhi, the acting Sect Master.

"Elder Nangong, have you noticed it?" Baizhi smiled softly. "I wonder if these people are targeting our Heavenly Note Sect or your Blackheaven Sect."

"It's also possible that they want to participate." Nangong Wenwu smiled.