C20 This Sovereign's Disciple Is the Cutest

Seeing Wumo's expression, Yann Fenng knew that he didn't believe that he wouldn't wet the bed. Yann Fenng was furious.

He wanted to get angry and stab Wumo to death, but he found that he was too weak.

Humph, forget it. I have a good temper, so I will not lower myself to this level!

At this time, Mo Hao walked in with a tray filled with all kinds of delicate food.

"Master, the food is here." He put the food on the table, turned around and said respectfully to Wumo.

Wumo smiled at baby and Yann Fenng. "Fenng, let's go and eat." After saying that, he held his hand and walked to the table and sat down.

The two of them ate their first meal in a warm atmosphere.

Just after lunch, Wumo received a hurried message from the Sect Master that he had to go to the meeting room to discuss some important matters.

When he heard the news, Wumo originally didn't want to go because he had transmigrated for so long and was like a salted fish every day. He only occasionally caught food. Unless there were important matters in the sect, the Sect Master wouldn't pass on any information to him.

But today, he was in such a hurry to call him. He reckoned that something big had happened and needed him to make a decision.

"Let's go, Fenng. Can I bring you to meet someone?" Wumo smiled as he wiped the corner of Yann Fenng's mouth.

Yann Fenng nodded obediently. He let Wumo lead him to the meeting room, ready to fly on his sword.

Just as he carried Yann Fenng onto the sword, Wumo carefully cast a wind proof Barrier around the sword. Then, he hugged the five-year-old Yann Fenng tightly and said with a smile, "Fenng is not afraid. Hug Master tightly."

Yann Fenng's body stiffened when he was suddenly carried up. He felt extremely uncomfortable and a little... ashamed. He had lived for over a thousand years. Other than a few times when his father hugged him when he was young, no one else was so close to him.

However, when he thought about how he would look when he was younger, Then, he would reluctantly let him hug Ben Jun.

He nodded at Wu Mo, then wrapped his arms around his neck and leaned against his shoulder. His nose was filled with Wumo's unique body fragrance.

However, in a place where no one could see him, a cold glint flashed across his glassy eyes. No one knew what he was trying to do.

About a moment later. The few of them landed in front of a grand octagonal building. The red walls and glazed tiles had an ancient charm to them. They hung on the flat side of the door above the door. There were a few big words written in a flamboyant manner: Procedural Pavilion.

Wumo had just led Yann Fenng into the meeting hall when the noisy voices suddenly quieted down. When the Sect Leader Qin Zhiwei, who was sitting on the high seat, saw Wumo, his heavy face gradually eased up.

"Senior Brother, sit here." Qin Zhiwei, who was dressed in the luxurious Sect Leader uniform, stood up and said respectfully to Wumo.

It turned out that Qin Zhiwei and the original master, Wumo, were brothers. They had a good relationship.

The position of the sect master originally belonged to the original master, Wumo. However, the original master, Wumo was a flower that only wanted to cultivate and ascend as soon as possible. He was not willing to take care of the troublesome matters in the sect.

He would give the supreme position of Sect Master to Qin Zhiwei.

Qin Zhi Wei was very grateful to Wumo because of this matter. Even when he became the sect master, he still treated him respectfully and even humbly called him senior brother.

Wumo, who was leading Yann Fenng, passed through the elders expressionlessly. He acknowledged Qin Zhiwei and sat next to Yann Fenng on the seat beside him.

He glanced at the eight elders who had solemn expressions. He turned his head and asked, "Junior Brother, what matter do you have for me?"

"Sigh, Senior Brother, I don't know. A few days ago, more than half of the Barrier's barrier at the border of Devil Clan was broken. Devil Qi gushed out and corroded the living beings of Cultivation Realm. I heard that Devil God has come to Cultivation Realm."

"Oh?" Wumo furrowed his brows slightly. He recalled the majestic cloud lightning the day before. So the Heavenly Dao was attacking Devil God that day?

His blue eyes narrowed slightly, and his expression gradually turned cold. So the lightning had missed its target and struck his adorable disciple? Was the Heavenly Dao blind?!

This sovereign's disciple was really pitiful, "Fenng, eat a piece of cake." He picked up a piece of lotus candy and handed it to Yann Fenng.

Yann Fenng was stunned. He rolled his eyes and took the piece of cake. He hated sweet food the most.

"Devil God must be up to something when he suddenly came to the Cultivation Realm. Does he want to massacre the Cultivation Realm?" Qin Zhiwei, who was supporting his chin, looked even more serious.

Wumo acted as if he did not hear anything. He reached out and carried the plate of spirit in front of Sect Master Qin to Yann Fenng. He continued to feed it as if no one else was around. "Fenng, eat this spirit fruit."

This spirit fruit was beneficial for disciple's recovery. He needed to eat more.

At this time, Qin Zhi Wei stood up with a serious expression. He looked at the people in the hall with his hands behind his back. "I heard that the informant said that he was not in Devil God Hall. He must have used some concealment technique to escape Heavenly Dao's lightning tribulation. Take note to see if there are any suspicious people in Cultivation Realm."

Wumo said, "Fenng, this spirit tea is good. Drink this cup of mine as well." His disciple was too pitiful. He looked at his arms and legs and was struck by lightning. He had to eat more.

Everyone in the hall was speechless.

Sensing everyone's gaze, the Sect Leader turned around.

Seeing his own senior brother, his eyes were shining as he stuffed something into baby's mouth like a hamster.

Yann Fenng glared at him. Wumo! "Are you going to choke me to death?