"Ah?"
The disciple who was in charge of guarding the Sect Master's Palace was stunned for a long time before he came to his senses. He smiled at Jian Wushuang apologetically and then turned around to enter the Sect Master's Palace.
Not long after, the disciple walked out and reminded in a low voice, "Wushuang, let's go in. Sect Master is inside, but he doesn't seem to be in a good mood. If you have any bad news, it's better to wait for a few days."
"I understand." Jian Wushuang smiled at him and then strode into the Sect Master's hall.
The Sect Master's main hall was dark all year round. Candle stands made of skulls emitted a faint light, adding a bit of gloominess to the originally dark main hall.
Jian Wushuang looked up and saw the God Refining Sect Master sitting on a big white chair. His head was tilted and his hands were clenched into fists. He leaned against his temples and his elbows were on the armrest. He looked tired.
