Just as the crowd gradually gathered in front of the mountain gate.
Chu Ming blended into the crowd without drawing attention.
Right now, in the Formless Divine Sect, she was just a small, invisible presence.
From top to bottom on the Formless Divine Mountain, almost everyone intentionally or unintentionally excluded and ignored her, and Chu Ming herself was also keeping a low profile.
Recently, she not only entered and exited the Formless Divine Mountain with her face covered but also without any Daoist attendants.
Previously, even a step out of the mountain gate meant facing the danger of assassination, but now, traveling tens of thousands of miles away, nobody paid her any attention.
Chu Ming was happy with this.
As long as the Formless Divine Mountain did not kick her out of the sect, she would quietly make a fortune, learning as much as she could.
