"My teacher has no enemies, but because of you lot, I've ended up with trouble all over me."
Zhou Ya glared at Qiu Dahu and said irritably.
Sometimes this kid made him feel comforted and proud; other times, he made him angry.
So this was what founding a sect felt like. He wondered how the sect leader had raised Hall Master Zhang and the others back then, and how he had developed Qingxiao Sect into such a prosperous sect.
Zhou Ya suddenly felt a little regretful, wondering whether what he was doing was right. Perhaps an ordinary life wasn't so bad for these children.
But when he thought of what he'd gone through to save them, he realized he couldn't think that way.
In such a chaotic age, without strength, you lived worse than dogs or chickens.
Even if you hid in the mountains for your whole life, you might still encounter danger.
Qiu Dahu wanted to keep asking, but Zhou Ya had no intention of entertaining him. He told him to help carry some things and sent him off.
Zhou Ya had made up his mind: he would stay for two more months at most, then he had to return to Qingxiao Sect to prevent trouble from arising.
The magical duel between Jiang Zhaoxia and Xu Ning ended in a draw. The countless methods the two had displayed greatly inspired the disciples to devote themselves to cultivation.
The two had given them a true sense of what it meant to cultivate immortality.
Just the sight of them flying through the sky symbolized the impassable chasm between immortal cultivation and martial arts.
That was also Jiang Zhaoxia's aim. First, he genuinely wanted to spar with Xu Ning; second, he wanted to show the disciples of the sect what an