"Panicking over such a trifling matter-where is your decorum?" The old man paid no mind to the White-Robed Young Disciple's words.
He had just placed a white stone when he reached into another box for a black one, playing against himself.
An Emperor Weapon?
As a veteran Great Emperor, surely he knew better than anyone what it took to obtain an Emperor Weapon?
He figured the young disciple had most likely been duped by someone down the mountain again.
He lamented that there were so many swindlers these days, there were barely enough fools to go around.
"Ancestor, look! Big news!" The young disciple excitedly offered up the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion's Martial World Bulletin, crumpled in his grip.
The old man glanced sideways without taking it and scolded him. "Have you forgotten what I told you? Who gave you permission to leave the mountain before your cultivation broke through?"
"Ancestor, I..." With practiced ease, the young disciple dropped to his knees.
He offered the Martial World Bulletin with both hands again. "Ancestor, please forgive me this once, considering I found you a way to obtain a Heavenly Dao Emperor Weapon."
"Ridiculous. How could mere mortals like us easily change what the Heavenly Dao has ordained?" The old man remained unconvinced.
He waved the young disciple away. He was busy with his game, and it was just reaching the exciting part.
He was playing chess, but he was also playing out life itself.
"Ancestor..." The young disciple still wanted to argue his case.
"Hmm! Must I punish you by making you copy the Sect Rules ten thousand times?"
At that, the young disciple immediately swallowed the words on the tip of his tongue.
He set the Martial World Bulletin on the edge of the table, then turned and left.
The Sect