The man who was called brother sipped his tea and gently placed the teacup back on the table.
He had a pair of slender and well-proportioned hands, as if they were made from the finest white jade sculptures.
His expression was as calm as still water, "Brother, do not be angry. With you, our sect will stand strong for countless generations. I have made up my mind, regardless of whether the ancient scriptures are true or false, I will give it my all to try."
Upon hearing this, the Headmaster was so angry that he burst out laughing, and he slapped his palm, causing the distant Divine Mountain to collapse with a thunderous crash. The echoing sound was endless, and countless birds flew away.
"Your apprentice is not originally from this cultivation realm. She has already left and returned to her own world. You should let go of your obsession and not attempt the forbidden spell to search for her in the boundless universe!"
