1144 The Inheritance of the Immortal Slaying Sect

Qin Yu had always been curious about Tianjizi.

He seemed to know everything, and many of the news came even earlier than the higher-ups.

"We'll set off early tomorrow morning," Yao Meng said.

Among these people, only Yao Meng seemed to know the location of Tianjizi. Apart from her, Zhuang Teng and the others knew nothing about it.

Obviously, Yao Meng's background wasn't as ordinary as it seemed.

Each of these heaven's favorites seemed to have a secret.

At night.

Qin Yu sat on a cliff in the second Mystic Realm, looking up at the full moon.

The moon shone on Qin Yu's face, illuminating his face.

He held a pot of wine in his hand. This pot of wine was brought out of the demon city. Even martial artists would get drunk.

Qin Yu had too many vexing things on his mind. Ever since he stepped into the path of cultivation, he hadn't had good rest.

An invisible sense of pressure was like a big hand pushing Qin Yu forward.