"What a pity." Wen Zhaowu let out a long sigh.
He looked back longingly toward Wan Ning County, his eyes brimming with regret and disappointment.
Elder Ibis's eyes moistened. His voice hoarse and trembling with tears, he wiped at the corners of his eyes and was about to kneel. "This old servant is incapable."
Wen Zhaowu hastily supported the old man before he could throw himself to the ground.
Shaking his head, he said, "It is only natural for such an opportunity to draw the covetous eyes of stronger people. Elder Ibis already fought with everything he had, and it was no easy matter that the suspected mighty cultivator did not attack again. How could I possibly blame you?"
Elder Ibis was not putting on an act; he truly felt helpless.
That opportunity had been found only after the young master's elders paid an enormous price.
Even an old Saint like him had personally accompanied him and fought to seize it, yet they had still lost to the will of heaven.
Without such a tremendous opportunity, how could the young master carve out a path for himself amid a sect teeming with geniuses?
As an old Saint loyal to the Wen clan and now the young master's protector, he too would likely lose a major step on his path forward.
Remembering the person he had fought, fear flickered in Elder Ibis's eyes.
A single drop of demonic blood had formed an incarnation capable of battling a genuine Saint like him. No one would believe it if they heard it.
Could a Dao Lord truly have come to this Land of Divine Prohibition?
Elder Ibis was filled with doubt, yet he secretly shook his head.
There should not be a Dao Lord's true body here. At most, there was some terrifying