The faction hidden within White Lotus Prefecture, seeking an opportunity in the current chaos, trying to engulf several powers, was a branch of the Demon Power, White Brahma Temple.
Still, it remained so.
After all, as long as absolute strength existed, as long as one had supremely high and overwhelmingly superior cultivation.
Everything, in the eyes of Luo Changfeng, would be nothing but a meaningless farce.
"Alright, I understand," Luo Changfeng murmured.
"You may withdraw..."
Quietly, Luo Changfeng once again picked up the cup of tea on the stone table, which he had yet to finish and had gone somewhat cold.
He brought it to his lips.
Then, he began to sip it slowly.
The taste remained as wonderful as ever.
It was not something everyone could appreciate.
And that mysterious Shadow Guard, dressed in black beside Luo Changfeng near the Stone Pavilion in this small courtyard,
after receiving his master's command, slightly bowed his head.
Then he turned and left.