This Is Not What I Want (1)

The news of the White Crane Pavilion's Foundation Establishment cultivators and Grand Elders being killed had already spread to the surrounding tens of thousands of miles, shocking all the cultivation sects.

The White Crane Pavilion was not weak. Among the dozen or so cultivation sects within a radius of tens of thousands of miles, although it was not the strongest, it could still be ranked in the middle.

However, such a cultivation sect was destroyed overnight. Even the mountain gate was destroyed.

The murderer even arrogantly left behind a calligraphy painting. On it was a simple painting of an old man holding a sword and the words 'hotbloode'. It was clearly to show his nickname.

A hot-blooded old man!