The Clan Master Can’t possibly Be A Mortal

Ye Feng casually plucked a jasmine flower from the garden and gave it to Gong Qingqiu as an encouragement from the Sect Leader to a subordinate.

However, she felt a warmth in her heart, hastily obtained a Jade Vial, filled it with Spirit Spring Water, then placed the jasmine flower within, always holding it in her hands as she walked toward Feilai Peak.

Watching her retreating figure, Ye Feng scratched his head and muttered, “This outfit, why does it increasingly resemble a certain Bodhisattva?”

Shaking his head, Ye Feng felt the enhancement in his physical strength brought about by Mo Ying’s advancement, a smile creeping up on the corners of his mouth.

“Using all means to hoodwink disciples and Elders into advancing their cultivation levels, I am the ultimate winner!”

Ye Feng chuckled to himself, continuing with his gardening.

Only at noon did he take up the Heaven-Asking Mirror to check on the progress of the undercover Li Mo Huang.

At this moment, hundreds of miles away,

In a small town with no more than a few tens of thousands of inhabitants,

A bridal sedan chair carrying a bride was on its way a few miles to the groom’s house.

The sedan chair was carried by eight people.

Among them was none other than Li Mo Huang.