A disciple didn‘t recognize Caspian at first and walked toward him.
When someone reminded him, he was so scared that his face turned pale.
He jumped more than 30 meters away and jumped down from the three or four-story floor, for fear of getting close to Caspian.
Caspian had expected such a scene, so he didn‘t care.
He even thought that if there were one or two disciples who deliberately came to pick on him, he would be able to smear the other party’s body by the way.
However, it was a pity that he was now too famous and his strength was too terrifying.
As his opponents, they all had a miserable ending.
Therefore, when Caspian appeared this time, no one felt hot-headed and came to make trouble for him.
This made Caspian feel a little regretful.
No matter how small a fly is, it’s still meat…
Caspian murmured.
He glanced around and saw the news of Butterfly Zoila’s lecture today.
In terms of puppet skills, Butterfly Zoila had her own unique opinions.
Caspian could indeed learn something from her lessons.
He naturally did not have the idea that since he was a master, he had to put on airs and could not listen to the lecture of Holy Land Realm cultivator.
After all, on the Path to Immortality, those who achieved success were excellent.
And everyone’s specialty was also different.
The real perfection only existed in theory.
If one were to be so narrow-minded, this kind of cultivator would not be able to walk too far on the path to immortality.
After confirming the island where Butterfly Zoila was teaching today, Caspian immediately rushed over.
The only thing he was worried about now was whether she would act as the other disciples and get away from him.
If that was the case, Caspian would not force her.
Consulting Butterfly Zoila was the first plan set up by Caspian. If this road was blocked, Caspian could only reluctantly use the second, third, fourth, all the way to the eighth backup plan.
Soon, he arrived at the island where Butterfly Zoila was going to lecture.
In the distance, Caspian saw more than a dozen disciples sitting on the flat reef.
However, the most eye-catching one was Butterfly Zoila.
She was wearing a goose-yellow robe, and she was surrounded by sea water, causing her to appear even more beautiful and alluring.
Soon, the disciples on the reef also discovered the flying Caspian. These disciples were basically Holy Land Realm cultivators, and a few of them were Pulse Control Realm cultivators.
When they suddenly saw Heavenly Spirit Realm Master coming over, they all looked nervous and seemed to have no idea what to do.
After all, for them, Heavenly Spirit Realm Master was a high-end cultivator with a huge gap between them.
Soon, someone recognized Caspian.
“It’s… That guy!” A disciple cried out involuntarily.
From his tone, it was as if the name of Caspian had dirtied his mouth.
“Senior Zoila, it’s that Caspian. What is he doing here?” Another person looked at Butterfly Zoila and secretly glanced at Caspian who was getting closer and closer, with a trace of vigilance in his eyes.
“This Montgomery… Wasn’t he grounded by the General of Cloud of Crape Myrtle Sect? Why did he come here? He really doesn’t know how to repent.”
“It seems that three months have passed.
Let me calculate.
Tsk, tsk.
Today is the first day of the end of the ban.
He can’t wait to come out.
It seems that these three months have really made him suffocate.” A disciple sneered repeatedly.
Another disciple kindly reminded Butterfly Zoila.
“Senior Zoila, this Caspian has a very bad reputation.
Relying on the support of the Elder, he did evil in the sect and trampled on the sect’s laws.
It was unknown what kind of evil skill he had used to make the Elder believe him.
Anyway, I don’t think he’s here with good intentions.
You should be careful.”
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