The Mirror, Flower, Water and the Moon

"From today onwards, you'll remember my name and the grand name of the Celestial Sect of Wonders even better than that of the Mount Shu Sword Sect."

Lin Feng's tone was casual and light as if mentioning a very trivial matter.

But to the four Mount Shu Sword cultivators, it was incomparably grating to their ears.

The short and fat Elder sneered, "Aren't you bragging a little too shamelessly? Even the Great Void Sect wouldn't dare to boast in front of the Mount Shu Sect."

Lin Feng smiled, not saying anything else, and turned his gaze to the faraway skies.

Behind him, Miao Shihao also did the same. He looked as if he had cracked a smile even though he didn't.

In the distant skies, the clouds suddenly parted, blowing in a gust of cold wind that was chilling to the bone, almost freezing everyone solid.

An icy blue cloud carrying a small army of people descended from the skies and approached Lin Feng.