The next day.
Legacy Pavilion.
"Senior Brother, is there really no other way?" Zhang Jing's gaze shifted towards a senior brother from the Inner Academy of the Legacy Pavilion, his eyes flickering with uncertainty.
Feeling the gaze from across.
A sense of helplessness emerged on the stern-faced senior brother from the Inner Academy, and he sincerely said:
"Junior Brother Zhang Jing, it's not that I don't want to help you, but really...really there's no way to do it!"
As he spoke.
His voice was tinged with a trace of grievance.
"Junior Brother, although you have amazing talent, you can't disregard the rules of the Dao Institute."
Thereafter.
He couldn't help but glance at the enormous white deer lying at Zhang Jing's feet, and right after that, he said firmly:
"Under no circumstances would the Dao Institute's legacy be accessible...to a mount!"
"Is there really no room for negotiation at all?"
A sinking feeling settled in Zhang Jing's heart, and he asked unwillingly.
