Outside Biyou Palace.
Daoist Duobao, disheveled and utterly dejected, saw that the gates had only been open for a few seconds.
He had merely exchanged a glance with his master.
Then.
He saw his master's expression suddenly change, his brows knitting slightly.
Just as the gates of Biyou Palace, which had only just opened, slowly closed again, his heart sank like a falling star into some unknown Chaos.
His emotions were complicated.
His heart was filled with bitterness and indescribable feelings.
It was as though the sky had fallen!!
He had cultivated under his master for countless Yuan Hui, and his master had always treated him like his own son.
Having returned after this failure, he had wanted to receive his master's forgiveness. Yet he had never expected that, after kneeling for so long, the first thing he saw from his master would not be tolerance, but a frown of disgust!!
"So... I had already become this unwelcome?"
"Master, your disciple only failed once, yet you despise me to this extent?"
"Back then, Qingyuan was the most useless first disciple, the weakest disciple. He disgraced the Interception Sect and was always trying to make all sorts of strange things, only for every attempt to end in failure and utter embarrassment!!"
"You could still be so tolerant toward him. Why, when it comes to your disciple, can you not tolerate even a single failure?"
"Master, Master, you have truly chilled my heart!!!"
Daoist Duobao wandered Golden Ao Island in a daze.
Along the way.
He encountered quite a few Interception Sect disciples and Loose Immortals.
Although many cultivators hurriedly bowed and greeted him the moment they saw him, Daoist Duobao now felt that every outsider's gaze was filled with contempt and mockery.
As though they were mocking his failure in fighting