The last guy who was this honest and unlucky got sent by his master to watch gray wolves bare their teeth at the golden tents of the northern steppes.
Won't be back for twenty years, they say it's to add some weight to the shoulders of the young, toughen them up.
"Yes, master." The young man in black armor replied with practiced ease, appearing very experienced.
Picking up the documents, Yue Shuhua quietly started to review them, and after a while, he suddenly cried out, "Come quick, my dear disciple, the suitor your father, the chief of the Red Flame Army, has recommended for you is so ruthless, suspected of slaying a seventh-level cultivator of the True Person Realm."
"But it seems he used some kind of forbidden technique, and it's uncertain whether his foundations have been greatly damaged, and he's become useless."
"Tsk tsk tsk, small forces are really pitiful, unloved by daddy and mommy."
