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Hengshan Sect's Strongest Sword Cultivator

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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Chapter 102: I am the Sect Leader! (8.513k)_4

He didn't return by the way he came, instead heading towards the west side of White Horse Manor.

There might be some remaining forces over there, to see if he could encounter them along the way.

The evening chirps of insects and calls of birds sounded especially distant, as if a zither and flute were playing together. If it weren't for his urge to kill thieves and bandits, he would likely have stopped, climbed a large tree, and lied down on a branch to listen.

The night breeze gently stirred the mist in the woods, cool and diffusing, like flowing frost.

Suddenly!

While Zhao Rong was gazing southwards towards the Big Dipper over the mountain, his ears twitched, hearing an unusual noise to the east, indicating it was coming from the west side of White Horse Manor.

At this moment, he was in a forest, the sounds getting closer and closer; he climbed up a large tree emitting a faint fragrance and hid quietly behind the branches and leaves, waiting.