Momo

The weak cry out with all their might, yet no one cares; 
The strong whisper softly, yet their words penetrate deeply into the heart.
A Talent Tree ablaze with flames, every leaf bearing different spirit runes, Lu Ye, reduced to a mining slave after his sect was destroyed, used this to become a cultivator and stirred the winds of change in the Nine Provinces...

Sage of Humanity

The sect master was speechless but knew that Madam Yun wasn't just speaking in anger; she was truly capable of following through.


Protecting one's own was not solely the prerogative of the Righteous Blood Sect. Decades ago, the name Yun Xuechu had spread throughout the Nine Provinces. Countless top sects attempted to recruit her, but she refused them all. Though she now belonged to no specific sect, the network of contacts she had built over the years was unimaginable.


If she got angry, even Pang Zhen would have to weigh his actions carefully...


"Once the Dragon Throne is repaired, you'll head to Haotian City. Since you are a member of the Elder Council, at least make some insignificant contributions!"


Revised: Chapter 855 Flood Disaster