A piece of perilla leaf

As a member of the Hengshan Sect, Zhao Rong's desire to straighten out the workplace grew ever stronger.
As the saying goes, the martial world is slippery, and people's hearts are complicated.
When it comes to art, our Hengshan Sect is crowded with big shots, the sound of Xiaoxiang's night rain, the study of Guangling San, making quite the noise.
But when it comes to combat strength, who can boast about their DPS(damage per second)?
Even Shangguan Yun, who could be laid out in a second by the demonic sect’s elders, had something to say, "I've been part of a raid against a world Boss, what achievements do you from Mount Heng have?"
"Mr. Yue's sister store from next door is behind in management mode, it needs to align with Alliance Hierarch's five-year plan."
"The direction must be clear."
"We need to focus on combat strength, we need to develop the guild!"
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Hengshan Sect's Strongest Sword Cultivator

"Uncle Master, do you know who else is going to Songshan to watch the opera?"


Zhao Rongchao glanced at his cane and sat opposite Lu Lianrong.


"Except for the Mount Heng of the Northern Sacred Peaks, all sects are present," Lu replied.


The look in the golden-eyed crow's eyes jumped with the lantern inside the room, "Everyone was getting along splendidly, drinking heartily. Cheng Buyou of the Huashan Sword Sect and I drank five cups together, one for each of the Five Peaks Alliance."


"Weren't there only four peaks coming?"


"Those not present are also in the bag."


Zhao Rong made a sound of acknowledgment, thinking to himself, these bad characters really do stink together.


"Did Cheng Buyou invite Uncle Master to go up to Mount Hua together?"


Lu Lianrong's piercing eyes fixed on him momentarily.


Guessing some things isn't surprising, the surprise is how precise the guesses were.


Memories of Zhao Rong passing tea suddenly came to mind, making it suddenly not surprising at all.


115th chapter: Heading North to the Central Plains! (8.110k)