"Master!"
These disciples, unaware of the reason, hurriedly approached.
Jian Wushuang, however, intercepted them, barely revealing a trace of relief. He said, "You are all excellent, and I am pleased. But I am heavily injured and have no way out. Remember to cultivate well!"
"Who did this?" the disciples inquired one after another.
In the million years, Jian Wushuang was both a master and a fatherly figure to them.
Upon hearing that their master was injured, they all wanted to know who could inflict such harm on their revered teacher.
"Silly children, don't ask too much. The truth will be revealed in the future. No need to seek revenge for me!"
Jian Wushuang shook his head. Even though he said that, he still took out a mustard seed, tremblingly handing it over. "This is a treasure I'm leaving for you. Cultivate diligently, but never mention that you were my disciples."
