Xuandu stood there like a clay statue, his vacant eyes fixed for a long while on the direction in which the two had departed. Only when a sigh sounded beside his ear did he suddenly come back to himself.
Set aside the matters of the human race for now. Return to Buzhou Mountain first.
Hearing that voice, Xuandu hurriedly bowed toward Buzhou Mountain. Greetings, Master!
Your disciple... has disgraced the sect.
Dao De Tianzun said no more. Space-time twisted, and Xuandu was transported to the Eight Sceneries Palace.
He stared blankly at Dao De Tianzun before him, utterly at a loss.
Since becoming a disciple of a Saint, when had he ever suffered such a defeat?
Even at the Mystic Gate Grand Gathering, he had stood at his master's side and watched the ceremony with composure.
I saw your battle with Lu Tian from beginning to end.
The moment Dao De Tianzun spoke, Xuandu felt as though he had fallen into an ice pit.
Not only had he lost so miserably, but his master had witnessed it all...
His throat worked, yet he remained speechless for a long time.
Dao De Tianzun sighed softly, unable to conceal his disappointment. "Regulate your breathing first. I will treat your wounds."
Xuandu hurriedly sat down cross-legged.
As spiritual light flowed around them, Dao De Tianzun suddenly asked, "Did you gain any insight from this battle?"
Insight?
Xuandu gave a bitter smile.
Lu Tian had defeated him the instant his blade light appeared. What insight could there be?
"Foolish!" Dao De Tianzun's expression suddenly turned stern. "Back when the Mystic Gate discussed the Dao, defeating Pharmacist was effortless for you. Had you been granted a Dharma treasure, you could even have contended with Duobao. Yet now you have been left far behind. Do you