C342 Lost Ancient State

Many disciples murmured among themselves, their curiosity piqued.

Yet these outer sect disciples dared not approach too closely, for this man was the madman who had slain a Saint realm expert.

Without paying heed to their whispers, Du Shaomu made his way into the Martial Hiding Pavilion.

His emblem, which he wore conspicuously, had clearly conveyed his identity to the higher-ups