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Chapter 218 The once virtuous and upright senior disciple of the sect has turned evil! (17)

Do you know where our senior brother went?

"Senior Brother? It seems we haven't seen him since we set off. Have any of you seen him?"

"No."

"Yes, I didn't see it."

"He's probably gone back to his room to cultivate. Senior Sister Feng, why don't you go check on Senior Brother in his room?"

Everyone shook their heads, indicating that they hadn't seen Luo Yunche since boarding the shuttle.

"useless!"

Feng Lan stomped her foot.

She had already searched the room; if she hadn't failed to find it, why would she have asked them?

I wonder where my senior brother went.

It's likely that only Mo Xuan on this ship knew this.

After she followed Luo Yunche upstairs, she saw him sneak back into his room. As for why Feng Lan couldn't find him...

It's hilarious. This guy wants to hide away and have some peace and quiet, but who can find him?

Seeing that he was alone, Mo Xuan stopped following him and came out to see Feng Lan searching for someone everywhere.

Based on my previous experience in the secret realm, Feng Lan is an NPC who is both wicked and stupid, and easy to manipulate. Perhaps there will be a way to use him in the future.

Mo Xuan walked around and found that the group from Qingmiao Sect were mostly discussing the upcoming competition.

This competition is about cultivation resources for the next hundred years; the higher the ranking of a sect, the more resources it will receive.

No wonder they value it so much.

Aside from these, Mo Xuan didn't get any other useful information.

The shuttle was incredibly fast and stable; despite its speed, not a breath of wind passed over it, something modern transportation simply couldn't match.

It must be said that this instance did give her many new experiences.

They arrived at their destination in about two hours.

This competition is being held at the Yuntian Sect, the second largest sect after the Qingmiao Sect. As for how the sect rankings are determined, they are actually based on the sect competition.

The Grand Competition is held once every hundred years and is hosted by various sects in rotation. Its grandeur can be described as the Olympics of the cultivation world.

"Senior Brother, where did you go? I've been looking for you for ages."

As soon as they arrived, Luo Yunche appeared on his own, and Feng Lan excitedly went over to him as soon as she saw him.

"I'm going to cultivate."

Luo Junche glanced at her indifferently.

"This competition is related to the cultivation resources of Qingmiao Sect for the next hundred years, so of course you should seize the time to practice more. Why are you wasting your time coming to me instead of cultivating?"

"What kind of skill can you possibly develop in such a short time?"

Feng Lan retorted softly, unconvinced.

Upon hearing her words, Luo Junche glanced at her expressionlessly, without responding, as if utterly speechless and too lazy to argue with her.

Feng Lan was startled by that glance and suddenly couldn't speak.

She had been really looking forward to the competition, thinking it would be a great opportunity to spend more time with her senior brother.

But standing next to him, I suddenly felt immense pressure.

Is the eldest brother really that imposing?

Feng Lan was a little confused. Her senior brother used to be very kind and patient with her and the other fellow disciples. Why did he seem to have changed?

When did it start?

Could it be...

It's that vixen!

Yes, it must be her. She must have said something to the senior brother that made him so impatient with her.

Damn it, even though that woman is gone, she's still so restless!

Feng Lan gripped the dress at her side tightly, her eyes overflowing with barely concealed anger and malice.

Mo Xuan watched the interaction between the two clearly from the side, and he didn't know what Feng Lan was imagining, but his expression was ferocious.

Mo Xuan shook her head. This person was truly wicked and made no attempt to hide it.