C958 Things Remain the Same but People Change

After Lee Zhuohua killed the disciple of the Azure Cloud Sect, he coldly glanced at the people around him. From the conversation between these people, he found out that after the decline of the Heavenly Faction all these years, the Azure Cloud Sect had done a lot of things to suppress its own sect. If it wasn't for the fact that its own sect would not have become like it was now, and it would not have been suppressed by a second-rate power like the Azure Cloud Sect.

Lee Zhuohua knew that it was because of his selfishness that his sect had become like this. If it wasn't for him being too obsessed with cultivation, his sect wouldn't have become like this.

Now that his master had disappeared, and the sect had also declined, Lee Zhuohua, as the eldest disciple of the Heavenly Faction, had the responsibility of bringing the Heavenly Faction back to its peak. Right now, his cultivation had yet to recover, so he still needed to take it step by step, but he would definitely not let go of those two Upper Three Sects. He already had the first goal in his heart, which was the Azure Cloud Sect.

When he returned to the Heavenly Faction, he would head to the Azure Cloud Sect and destroy this sect that dared to offend his own sect.

Thinking of this, Lee Zhuohua turned around and walked out of the restaurant. After witnessing Lee Zhuohua kill the disciple of the Azure Cloud Sect, everyone retreated when they saw him and didn't dare to approach him.

Lee Zhuohua did not care about the fear of these people. When he arrived at the open ground, he immediately flew towards the sect that he had not seen for a long time.

After Lee Zhuohua left, the atmosphere here finally eased up a little. These people were all guessing who Lee Zhuohua was, and why he wanted to kill that disciple of the Azure Cloud Sect. Right now, the corpse of the young man was still lying there, and no one dared to touch it, afraid that they would get into trouble.

"Damn it!" When the white-clothed youth saw Lee Zhuohua actually rush into the sky and leave, he felt a wave of displeasure in his heart. He had never thought that a beggar would be such a person.

However, he did not notice Lan Yin, who was beside him. The expression on his face had already revealed a trace of yearning. Just now, Lan Yin had already confirmed that Lee Zhuohua was that black clothed Immortal. The reason why she came to Heavenly Cloud City was for the black clothed Immortal.

However, she had only found out that something had happened to the Immortal's sect on the way. Although she was hesitant, after seeing Lee Zhuohua, her mind was set. She had to go to the Heavenly Faction to acknowledge him as her master.

Thinking of this, Lan Yin left without saying goodbye to the youth in white.

"Lan Yin, where are you going?" The youth in white saw that Lan Yin was about to leave, so he asked. He wanted to bring Lan Yin to the Azure Cloud Sect to acknowledge her as his master, but now that she was about to leave alone, he naturally had to ask.

"Go to the Heavenly Faction and acknowledge him as your master!" Lan Yin turned her head and said with a firm expression, making it impossible for anyone to question her.

When the young man in white heard that Lan Yin was going to go to the Heavenly Faction, he was stunned for a moment. He was about to persuade Lan Yin to give up and then go with him to the Azure Cloud Sect, but after Lan Yin finished speaking, she ignored him and turned around to leave.

A trace of resentment appeared on the face of the youth in white.

Not long after Lan Yin left, a figure with a tyrannical aura flew over from the distant sky and landed here. The moment this figure appeared, everyone felt a wave of fear, because this person was also from the Azure Cloud Sect.

"Who is it? How dare you kill a disciple of my Azure Cloud Sect? "The person glanced at the surrounding people and asked. The surrounding spectators all retreated, and only the young man's eyes lit up as he walked over.

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On top of a huge mountain, there was a sect that had been there for a long time. Although this sect was a bit dilapidated, one could still vaguely see the former glory of it.

Lee Zhuohua looked at the entrance of the Heavenly Faction absentmindedly. In the depths of his memories, there were footprints of him and himself, brothers and masters, everywhere. This was where he grew up, so there was no need to say much about his feelings for this place.

Seeing the sect that he had grown up in become like this, Lee Zhuohua's heart was filled with anger.

At this time, a youth holding a broom walked out of the dilapidated mountain gate and started to clean up the area in front of the mountain gate.

When the young man saw Lee Zhuohua who was standing outside, he was slightly stunned. He looked at Lee Zhuohua's beggar-like appearance and did not feel disgusted. Instead, he turned around and walked back. Not long after, when he walked out again, he was holding two steamed buns in his hands as he walked towards Lee Zhuohua.

When the young man noticed Lee Zhuohua, Lee Zhuohua also saw him. He saw that the young man's face was somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a moment. It was only when the young man walked in front of Lee Zhuohua and handed him the steamed bun.

"You... You are!" The youth had gone to get some food for the beggar out of sympathy, but when he saw Lee Zhuohua's face clearly, his expression immediately changed.

The youth's name was Han Li, and he was the disciple of Lee Zhuohua's junior brother. When Lee Zhuohua was still in the sect, Lee Zhuohua had also taught him how to cultivate, but at that time, Han Li was only seven years old. After that, Lee Zhuohua was sent to the lower realm, so he never saw Lee Zhuohua again.

More than a decade passed in the blink of an eye, and the child from back then had also grown up into a youth. Although the young man's face had changed, so Lee Zhuohua did not recognize him immediately, but Lee Zhuohua's appearance had not changed. With a single glance, Han Li recognized the beggar in front of him as his eldest uncle who had disappeared for more than ten years.

"Senior Master Lee Zhuohua!" Han Li's voice was trembling.

"You are?" When Lee Zhuohua heard the way the other party addressed him, he was stunned. Calling him uncle master meant that the other party was a disciple of one of his junior brothers. Lee Zhuohua also looked carefully at the young man in front of him.

In the end, the face of a boy appeared in Lee Zhuohua's mind.

"You are... Han Li?" Lee Zhuohua said with some uncertainty.

"Yes, Martial Uncle, it's me. You still remember me. You have finally returned, and my Heavenly Faction finally has hope." Because Han Li was too excited when he saw Lee Zhuohua, he started to speak incoherently.

Seeing this youth in such a state, Lee Zhuohua naturally knew what kind of pain the Heavenly Faction had experienced over the years. This made him blame himself even more.

He carefully sized up the youth in front of him and discovered that this youth was already a cultivator at the Condensing Origin Stage. This made him frown slightly. When he left Heavenly Faction, the youth was already a body refining cultivator, but in more than ten years, he was still only at the Condensing Essence Stage. This speed was a little slow, but he was very clear about the talent of his martial nephew. Logically speaking, if the youth was a cultivator in human form, Lee Zhuohua wouldn't find it strange.

"What's going on with your cultivation?" Lee Zhuohua frowned as he looked at Han Li in front of him.

When Han Li heard Lee Zhuohua's question, he was a little hesitant, not knowing whether or not he should tell Lee Zhuohua about what had happened to the sect all these years.

And right at this moment, the other people in the sect heard the sounds from outside and walked out.

"Han Li, who are you talking to?" A somewhat familiar voice came out.