"It's not a solution for both of us to stay on the mountain." Fu Hongxue shook her head and said slowly, "After you go out, you can also inquire about the news about your junior brother and the others."

"But your injury..." Longhu looked at him with concern.

"Don't worry, I'm just losing my qi and blood, and I haven't become a useless person..."

"Okay, I'll get back as soon as possible."

“…”

In the palace.

Luo Yuheng found a clean hall, and after someone brought a few cups of tea, he sat opposite Ye Xiu. Looking back on his past, a bitterness appeared on his face behind the veil, and said, "Actually, I was exiled by the sect to Zhou Wu's court."

"Release...exile? So... what? Master Luo is a disciple of the Holy Dynasty sect?" Shi Zhan asked with a blink of an eye.

"Aren't you?" Luo Yuheng glanced at him and said expressionlessly.

Shi Zhan smiled a few times, and did not speak out. He was not surprised that Luo Yuheng saw through him at first sight. Instead, Ye Xiu was a little surprised. Luo Yuheng seemed to understand his doubts and explained directly, saying: "These small dynasties lack resources, and it is already the limit to support several masters. When he encounters a strong man like him in the late stage of the elixir, he basically has a close relationship with the Holy Tang. He either exiled or came out to experience it. He did not complete the task and could only die here."

"Are you training?" Ye Xiu was stunned for a moment, and asked curiously at Shi Zhan.

"Well..." Shi Zhan nodded. He did not dare to hide it in front of Ye Xiu. He said in a little depressed manner: "I am a disciple of the Eight-Armed Sect. I have been here for forty-seven years."

I have been practicing for forty-seven years.

Haven't gone back yet?

Ye Xiu was also a little shocked and looked at him with a strange look: "What kind of task you have experienced? It takes forty-seven years."

"Cultivate eight arms." Shi Zhan's body shook slightly, and two more arms appeared, which looked a bit like Nezha. He shook again and then took them back. He looked at Ye Xiu and smiled bitterly, saying, "Our Xiliang Kingdom is even more scarce than the Zhou Wu Dynasty. He also has to pay some resources to the sect every year. In this way, his own cultivation is pale in comparison, and it is even more difficult to cultivate eight arms."

"I remember that the Eight-Armed Sect is just a ninth-grade sect." Luo Yuheng frowned and looked at Shi Zhan suspiciously: "If you practice the Eight-Armed Sect, you will at least be able to practice the Tribulation Period. Your sect leader will at most transform into the Divine Realm, right?"

"Who said no..." Shi Zhan became more and more depressed, sighing with tears in his eyes, "The sect is small, and in the territory of the Holy Dynasty, all the sect leaders are worried that one day they will provoke a ruthless character and cause the destruction of the sect, so they thought of such a stupid way, saying that bird eggs cannot be placed in one basket. Every time they draw lots, the easiest thing is to cultivate three arms, and the most difficult thing is me. If I don't cultivate eight arms, I will never be allowed to return to the sect."

"How do you divide the sects you mentioned?" Ye Xiu shook his head, ignoring Shi Zhan's depression. He didn't have that much ability. He could make the other party grow several arms in an instant, and asked curiously at Luo Yuheng.

"You... don't even know the division of the sect?"

Swish!

Not only Luo Yuheng was stunned.

Even Shi Zhan seemed to have forgotten the depression of having experienced forty-seven years. He raised his head and looked at Ye Xiu in a confused manner. The atmosphere in the hall seemed to be frozen.

"Don't you know these are strange?" Ye Xiu frowned and looked at the two of them with a strange expression.

Shi Zhan twitched his mouth and didn't say anything.

Isn't it strange?

In Nandanbu Prefecture, even warriors in the internal power stage know this.
Chapter completed!