Nolan Rong went to the Cloud Palace, which was the top of the Star Pavilion. Only high-level spiritual mentors could enter. The old Pavilion Master Hong Zhuohong was temporarily staying here.
There are constant frictions among the disciples of the three pavilions of the Holy Temple, but no matter how much trouble the younger disciples make, it will not affect the higher-ups. For example, today's visit by the Grand Elder of the Medicine Pavilion has continued for ten days. As the current Pavilion Master of the Star Pavilion, Lin Chen, has not returned, Elder Hong has to step forward to take charge of the situation.
"No, you must have made a mistake. I have never heard of these. All of my Star Pavilion disciples have extraordinary spirit power. I really don't know which one you want."
Hong Zhuo was calm and composed, drinking tea leisurely. He sat casually, his expression unquestionable, "You insist on saying that there is a low-level spirit pattern master with amazing talent in alchemy, and we have searched everywhere but can't find him, so it's fine. What's the point of staying here? If there is no such thing, there is no such thing, and you can't force it."
"Perhaps it's a high-level spirit pattern master wearing the robes of a second-level disciple."
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