"Senior Brother, what does Master mean by having us follow this young man?"
"We've been following him for two days already, and I haven't noticed anything special about him. He's just a Heavenly Spirit Root, right? The Tranquil Sect is one of the Three Great Immortal Sects—aren't there plenty of talented cultivators to choose from?"
Behind a group of young men, two sneaky figures were tailing them.
Ji Beitian had a belly full of bitterness and nowhere to vent his frustration. Hearing his junior brother's complaints, he retorted without thinking, "If I know, then who am I supposed to ask? You don't want to follow? Go complain to Ancestor."
"Ahem, ahem."
Junior Brother touched his nose with a bitter smile, "Senior Brother, you're joking. I wouldn't dare. When Ancestor glares at me, I get so scared I want to go to the toilet."
"Look at your lack of courage."
Ji Beitian was filled with exasperation and knocked on his junior brother's forehead.
