The people on the stone steps quickened their pace, stepping down three or four steps at a time, fearing Yang Lele would really act seriously.
Qin Mo looked at Yang Lele, then glanced around, a hint of doubt arising in his heart.
At this time, Yang Lele spoke, "Are you here to enter the sect? Feel free to look around. I have to go cultivate; I'm leaving first."
Watching Yang Lele walk away with a smile, Qin Mo secretly thought to himself, at this age and this level of power, it's something you wouldn't see even on Flying Fish Island. His Body Refining Eighth Layer can't defeat me.
Such a genius, why would he be here—serving as an ordinary disciple in a sect that appears so run-down?
Moreover, he seems to really like it here and enjoys it too, pinching off a twig before leaving.
"Interesting."
Murmuring a bit to himself, Qin Mo reached the top of Yunlan Mountain and then looked around.
