Clearly, this was telling him to go in.
Jia Xiu looked at the teleportation passage. He could not see anything unusual about it; it felt no different from the most ordinary teleportation passages.
Had the Sect Master changed styles?
So the Sect Master's spells were not all gaudy and bizarre-looking after all?
No, could it be that only the spells used on him looked that strange, while the ones the Sect Master used on themselves were perfectly normal?
Jia Xiu realized that was probably the most likely explanation.
What a twisted-humor Sect Master.
Jia Xiu shook his head helplessly and walked straight into the teleportation passage.
He had nothing to worry about. The Sect Master had always only been sarcastic and snide in words, never actually doing anything detrimental to him. What a fine Sect Master of the Mainland Plane.
Other Warlocks sometimes got set up by their Sect Masters.
That had never happened on his side. He had suffered only the purest verbal attacks.
Come to think of it, he had never met the Sect Master. Not once.
The other end of this teleportation passage should be where the Sect Master was, otherwise there would be no reason to open a separate passage here.
Jia Xiu guessed.
So what exactly was this Sect Master?
As he passed through the passage, Jia Xiu's curiosity only grew stronger.
After all, the species of a Warlock's Sect Master had always been remarkably diverse.
He could rule out the Devil Race first. Some Warlocks did have powerful Devil Race members from Hell or the Abyss as their Sect Masters. They were probably among the few who had suffered "catastrophic losses" in the Mainland Plane's war against the Devil Race. They had been living perfectly fine, and then one day, without warning—their Sect Master