"What kind of expression is that? Did I say I refused?" The Old Celestial Master could not help laughing at the Grand Tutor's sorrowful, miserable face, and the heavy atmosphere gathered between them dissipated considerably.
The Grand Tutor suddenly looked up, a trace of hope returning to his ashen face. "Old Celestial Master, you... you have a way to deal with these great calamities?"
"I've got a fart of an idea. I've held this place for over three hundred years, yet I still can't even see the true nature of our enemy." The Old Celestial Master smiled self-mockingly, then rose and patted the Grand Tutor on the shoulder. "Listen carefully, Grand Tutor. Do you still remember why Celestial Pivot Pavilion was founded?"
Without giving the Grand Tutor a chance to speak, the Old Celestial Master continued, "Since Celestial Pivot Pavilion was established, Yan has never ceased supplying us. The finest talents and most advanced equipment have all left their marks in the blood-soaked wilderness beyond these walls. But we did not stand guard here because we enjoy fighting those inhuman things. We are here to protect the countless people behind the walls. If the people behind the walls are dead or wounded, what meaning would these walls have? If the enemy is far away, then we'll carry these walls on our backs and smash them into their faces."
Though small in stature, the Old Celestial Master's words carried immense authority. "I will assign you some elite personnel. I hope we can weather these disasters and let Yan prosper in enduring peace."
"May Yan prosper in enduring peace."
The Grand Tutor left, vanishing into the wind and snow. The Old Celestial Master did not see him off. Instead, she stood atop Celestial Pivot Pavilion's walls and looked north, recalling the brutal