"Alright, I'll do my best," Huang Zuntian replied. Although he was extremely unwilling, he didn't dare to go against the White Crane's will.
The White Crane nodded in satisfaction. "Work hard. I still think highly of you."
Huang Zuntian hurriedly bowed.
After the White Crane left, he clutched the scroll in his hand.
"Why can't you cultivate diligently like your seniors and not cause trouble or show off? You've clearly suffered greatly. Is there something wrong with your brains?"
Huang Zuntian ridiculed in his heart. How many years had it been since he became the Island Master? What nonsense was this?
Sigh!
Huang Zuntian fell into endless worry.
…
It had been twenty years since they were attacked by the Nine Netherworld Dragon.
