The man looked very young, handsome, with two sword-like eyebrows flying diagonally into the temples. He wore a navy blue long robe, had a clean-shaven white face, and his eyes were spirited, giving him a very refined and educated look. He looked at Chu Mo and said calmly, "Originally, you could have avoided all this, avoided this muddy water."
"Muddy water?" Chu Mo glanced at the master of the Heavenly Sword Sect, a faint smile on his face, "Are you saying I'm wading through muddy water?"
The master of the Heavenly Sword Sect nodded frankly, looking at Chu Mo, "No matter that you set up the royal academy of Piaomiao Palace or that you are now donning the so-called title of palace master, in fact... none of that matters."
"Oh?" Chu Mo raised an eyebrow, looking at the master of the Heavenly Sword Sect, "So what does matter? Power?"
The Master of the Heavenly Sword Sect nodded, "You're smart. Usually, smart people tend to live a bit longer, but it's a shame..."
