Leaving the Sect

The old man took a sip of water and, with intoxicated eyes, said, “I am just a wretched old man. What do I need to prepare? Perhaps one day, I will kick the bucket and die. But you, you are still young, so the burden falls entirely on your shoulders.”

“Senior, I have never feared challenges. All I care about is the Heavenly Sword Sect,” replied Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan’s gaze fixed on the distant mountains, his tone exuding a domineering aura as he continued, “By handing over that demonic sword technique to him, it’s a way to prevent our Heavenly Sword Sect from continuing down this path.”

“Don’t mention that to me. I thought it would take this kid a long time to learn, but who knew that after just one demonstration, he would grasp it? He truly is an oddity,” said Elder Zhou, blowing his beard and staring wide-eyed.

“And on his first attempt, he invaded my dreams and even glimpsed into my inner thoughts,” added Elder Zhou.