The Source Sect's Crisis

A month later.

State Fengling.

Inside a suburban sect.

In a dark room, there were only candlelights flickering.

There were two men in the room, and both of them had serious expressions on their faces.

"Sect Master, are we really going to the canton sect conference?"

One of the men took the initiative to ask.

If Xu Ning was here, he would recognize that this man was Teng Yunkong from the Source Sect in State Wansheng.

Xu Ning, Teng Yunkong, and Gu Man had once traveled together on the Endless Sea.

"Yes."

The man called Sect Master by Teng Yunkong spat out a word with difficulty.

The man's hair was black and white, and his eyes were full of vicissitudes.

He was the Sect Master of State Wansheng's Source Sect, Xin Andao, a dao realm second stage astral qi realm master.

"But I feel that the canton sect conference this time will be very disadvantageous tos…"

Teng Yunkong looked troubled.