"Forget it. I'm old now. I'd hoped the Immortal Sect would stay peaceful, but it's already fallen into chaos. Let it be, whatever happens."
Elder Bai let out a long sigh and spoke.
He wanted Xu Yi to leave partly because he was worried about him, but mostly because he didn't want the Immortal Sect plunged into further turmoil.
He had thought that once he handed over the Cultivation Technique Building, Immortal Lord He would stop.
But the way Tu Ling, once among the lowest ranks of the Immortal Sect, had dared to insult him today made it plain what Immortal Lord He was really like.
Donghua today was no longer the Donghua of yesterday.
Everything he had tried so hard to salvage had long since drifted away on the wind.
The world was changing, and the Immortal Sect was changing. He had once believed that, as a member of Donghua, giving everything he had without asking for anything in return would be enough.
But if Donghua fell into the hands of those who practiced evil and crooked ways—
then whose Donghua would it be?
Suddenly, Elder Bai's thoughts cleared.
"If you don't fear life or death, then what does this old bag of bones have to fear? Knowing your temper, now that you've gotten involved, you won't stop until you've gotten to the bottom of things. Come on. I'll take you to the Heavenly Dome Hall. Whether you live or die, whether fortune or disaster awaits you, this old man won't interfere."
Elder Bai drained the fine wine from his jar. With a sharp crack, he slammed it onto the ground and shattered it.
"Rest assured, Senior. This junior knows his limits."
As he spoke, Xu Yi's appearance changed, returning to his original face. With a thought, he dug