"Have we still not gathered all the mortal martial artists who meet the requirements?"
The Taoist-Robed Elder flicked the horsetail whisk in his hand and spoke with a slight frown, his voice carrying a hint of displeasure. He seemed rather impatient with the ability of the disciples below to handle matters.
"Alas, Grand Elder, this matter really cannot be blamed on the disciples for not doing their utmost. Mortals who meet the requirements are simply rare to the extreme, far fewer than even heavenly materials and earthly treasures. The disciples searched bitterly for a long time without any result. In desperation, we even issued bounties to other sects and Rogue Cultivators, yet it still did not improve matters by much..." A cultivator in a grey robe, though his expression looked somewhat indolent, curled his lip and spoke.
"Junior Brother He, do not stand here explaining and shirking responsibility. This task was personally assigned by this old man. How could I not know the difficulties involved? Yes, mortals who meet the requirements are indeed few in number, and precisely because of that, this old man allowed such a generous amount of time. Yet you still have not made the slightest progress. You have disappointed this old man far too much."
Displeasure showed on the Taoist-Robed Elder's face. Though his tone could not be called harsh in both voice and expression, the blame filling his chest was clear for all to see.
The Grey-robed Cultivator looked abashed, embarrassment appearing on his face, but inwardly he was truly astonished to the extreme. Compared with the Grand Elder, his cultivation was far, far inferior, but they had, after all, been fellow senior and junior brothers for so many years. He could be said to have a clear sense of the man's temperament.
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