Even within the Association, where immortals stood row upon row like hemp stalks, this Master was renowned for his unorthodox ways.
How should one put it? Though he seemed not to have touched a single piece of research or result that violated the Forbidden Decree, he had greatly expanded the workload of the Association's reviewers—and even helped improve its internal rules and regulations—through creatively skirting the line and wildly controversial zigzagging from side to side...
Everything he did was just a little off, yet if you insisted on asking exactly what was wrong with it, no one could say. Like a sultry Missy wearing almost no cloth, brazenly striking seductive poses right beneath the reviewers' noses... They wanted so badly to kill him, but had no excuse and no opportunity...
He had skirted the line so often that he became a thorn in the Excommunication Squad's eye, a splinter in their flesh. They had watched him constantly, waiting for him to poke some hole so they could swiftly turn it into an ironclad case and send the bastard away for good.
Yet he had stubbornly refused to give the Excommunication Squad that chance.
Before that could happen, he had issued an announcement and directly withdrawn from the Association. The Taiyi Ring struck his name from its rolls entirely, and his title of Master was revoked. By then, however, he had already vanished without a trace.
Over the years, some said he had fallen into Deepdark, some said he had suffered the Association's Absolute Punishment and been locked in a dungeon, while others claimed he had joined Nirvana... In any case, he had been a Master—an Artisan Master skilled in Heart Pivot, Mirror, and Ether. Who knew what kind of monstrous mischief that fellow could stir up in the Divine Realm?