Chief Liang Chao

Looking at the figure leaning sideways against the railing, Wei Luo could not help frowning.

Liang Chao, chief disciple of the Celestial Pivot Court.

Since Qian Kun was wholeheartedly focused on retirement, the sect's miscellaneous affairs were managed by several Force Training disciples, and the Celestial Pivot Court had always been loosely administered.

By the rules on paper, Wei Luo indeed ought to share some of the sect's miscellaneous duties.

But with the strength of a Force Training Martial Master laid bare, no one wanted to assign Wei Luo any work.

It was not just Wei Luo; the three chief-seat disciples of the Celestial Pivot Court were all treated the same way.

Yet over the past dozen days, Liang Chao had gradually begun ordering Wei Luo around, demanding that he handle trivial tasks such as standing guard and inspecting the sect's outposts beyond its grounds.

At first, Wei Luo had thought there was some special circumstance requiring a Force Training Martial Master, but he soon realized something was wrong.

Most of those chores could clearly have been handled by ordinary disciples, yet Liang Chao had assigned them to him.

Afterward, Wei Luo became wary. He secretly watched Liang Chao for two days and discovered that this fellow often went to the Flowing Stream Institute.

And Zhao Changkong was one of the Flowing Stream Institute's elders.

Clearly, Liang Chao was acting under Zhao Changkong's instructions as well.

At a time like this, trying to send him away again—Liang Chao obviously did not want him going to the Blood Bamboo Grove.

But Wei Luo no longer fell for that trick at all.

He casually clasped his fists and, without even looking at Liang Chao, said,

"Sorry, Senior Brother. Something went wrong in my cultivation recently, and I suffered some internal injuries. It