Zhao Wujiang climbed up the stairs and his mood became more and more peaceful.

Different from the last time.

The last time he came to find Yang Miaozhen, and this time, he came to find the truth.

Logically speaking, the closer you get to the truth, the more nervous you will be.

But Zhao Wujiang did not.

He has deduced the truth countless times in his mind.

Why don’t the heavenly powerhouses reveal the world?

Why does Daxia face wars from many sides?

Why did the Empress Xuanyuan family be cursed?

Why did the Jade Tent King Gu Han look with pity when he told him something?

Why did the high priest want to tell himself something and he was willing to speak and stop?

Why does the God’s Porcelain want to make a move on himself and bring so many opportunities to himself?

Why has the Sword Master been in seclusion in the Sword Tomb?

Too many, too many, too many, too many, what he wants to know.

The truth lies in the Human Sect, and it is in the Divine Consort. Zhao Wujiang knew that the Divine Consort must know the most of the causes and consequences, even the whole.

He was already standing in front of the main hall of the Ren Sect Master Peak, and the hall was full of people, as if he had been waiting for him for a long time.

In the hall, there are elders of the Sect, many disciples of the Sect, and the saint sons of the Sect, but there is no shadow of the saint of the Sect, Yang Miaozhen, and there is no sign of the Daosheng of the Sect.

Zhao Wujiang smiled gently, without any restraint, his eyes were dull and without any slight waves, and he stepped into the hall.

He looked at everyone without any trace from the corner of his eyes.

The elders looked different, with disdain and regret.

Most of the disciples still looked in awe, while the saint of the Renzong Sect, Liu Jicang, was taught a lesson by Zhao Wujiang before and became afraid. Now the fear has disappeared without a trace, and there is ridicule and mockery in his eyes.

The great elder of the Renzong Sect was still fairy-like and sighed with emotion. He was also one of the few people who held Taoist rituals to Zhao Wujiang.

"The leader of Tao is waiting for you behind." The great elder said gently with kindness.

Zhao Wujiang nodded and bowed his hand and fisted to return the gift.

He walked through the road that the crowd gave way.

Liu Jicang hugged his chest and slandered Zhao Wujiang. He tried to speak several times, but he held back his sarcasm in his eyes.

When Zhao Wujiang passed by Liu Jicang, Liu Jicang flew backwards and smashed heavily on the pillar in the hall, and blood gushed out of his mouth and nose.

"Zhao Wujiang, you dare!" The third elder shouted angrily, and many disciples of the sect also glared at him.

Zhao Wujiang smiled faintly, then walked towards the palace behind and said aloud:

"No matter when, I, Zhao Wujiang, aren't some cats and dogs that can be provoked!

You are the old guy, too. Last time I gave face to the Human Sect, this time if you say something more, you will end up like your disciple."

"You!" The third elder was furious. The last time they were defeated by Zhao Wujiang. This time, they originally thought that the Taoist leader was in the sect, so Zhao Wujiang would never dare to be too presumptuous. Unexpectedly, Zhao Wujiang was even more arrogant than last time.

Several elders beside him were holding the third elder tightly, not letting him act impulsively. No matter what Zhao Wujiang's future fate is, Zhao Wujiang may not be able to fight together, unless the Supreme Elder takes action personally.

The Great Elder glanced at the Third Elder, sighed and shook his head.

The atmosphere was subtle and many people kept silent.

Zhao Wujiang walked towards the palace with a calm wind.

He saw a middle-aged Taoist sitting on the cushion, looking at him with a smile, holding an oil lamp in his hand, and the candlelight shook lightly.

This middle-aged Taoist, wearing an old and even a little ragged Taoist robe, had deep wrinkles on the corners of his eyes when he smiled, as if he had thousands of fates climbed up his cheeks.

The hair was covered with white hair, without any restraints of the Taoist crown, and only a peach wood hairpin with a palm length was casually penetrated through the tied hair, making it look a little scattered.

The Taoist looks like an old man in his twilight years, and his life is not long.

"You are here, sit down." The Taoist said in a gentle tone, like a kind elder.

A cushion appeared beside Zhao Wujiang, and the door behind him slowly closed.

Zhao Wujiang threw the hem of the Confucian shirt gently, sat on the futon, and smiled gently:
Chapter completed!