Qingfeng Pavilion, this place with a nice view is close to a dozen villas, so there are often people sitting idle here.
He the Sixth sat in front of Wang Xuan, the elder looked at the villa not far away shrouded in clouds and mist, where his female disciple Lin Xiyue temporarily resided.
So many days have passed, Lin Xiyue hasn't come out once, let alone seen anyone, even embracing the wind and dew no longer happens.
After cultivating immortality for many years, she has truly become an ice block, cold and clear.
Although his cultivation level is so high, he is still helpless in matters like this; Lin Xiyue's future path depends on herself.
"Wang Xuan, what do you think of those youths?" He the Sixth asked a question, which made Wang Xuan unsure of what attitude to take in response.
Although those young boys and girls were immature and defeated by him, Wang Xuan would not dismiss them as insignificant or lacking in excellence.
