The monks set out and walked up the mountain.

Except for the Flower Picking Mountain Garden, which had long since dispersed, the Valley of Forgetting Worries, who returned to the sect in despair, and the scattered cultivators who were depressed and angry in their hearts and secretly scolded, left in twos and threes, and the rest of the people all went to the mountain gate of the Gu Immortal Sword Sect.

In the past few days, at the joint meeting of the seven factions, the heads of the various factions have been arguing endlessly, and it has always been difficult to implement the issues, so everyone has to go to the Gu Immortal Sword Sect to faintly support their leaders, and by the way, continue to wait for the follow-up results.

The heads of each sect went directly to the main hall, and many elders and disciples under the sect walked towards the place where their respective sects settled under the guidance of the disciples of the Gu Immortal Sword Sect.

"Xianggong, I'll take you to my Laiwu courtyard."

"Hmm."

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