"Junior Brother Qing Chen."
Mo Qiuxian gave a light cough, a gentle smile on his face. "I recently heard that there seems to have been some unpleasantness between you and Junior Brother Yu Cheng. The spiritual energy on Yellow Bamboo Island is thin, and conditions there are exceptionally harsh. Ordinary cultivators are indeed unwilling to go there.
"For Junior Brother Yu Cheng to have saddled you with such a heavy responsibility over this matter was truly rash and ill-considered of him. Allow me to apologize on his behalf. I hope you won't take it to heart."
Without waiting for Qing Chen to reply, he continued solemnly:
"As fellow disciples, we ought to support one another and weather the storms in the same boat. Junior Brother Qing, you mustn't brood over a trivial matter and make yourself seem petty.
"Besides, the Brahma Demon-Refining Art you practice was something I offered to the sect back then. I'm ashamed to say that although I acquired this art, I never dared practice it, even after repeated consideration. Its flaws were simply... too great, and it was incomplete."
He sighed deeply, regret showing on his face. "Junior Brother Qing, I know how difficult this art is to practice. It requires vast quantities of demonic beast resources to support it. If you're interested, you might consider joining the General Affairs Hall. I would be willing to vouch for you.
"The cultivation resources and information channels it possesses far exceed anything ordinary Outer Sect disciples can access. Ordinary Outer Sect disciples cannot gain entry no matter how much they wish to. At most, they can only serve here as menial disciples."
At these words, Qing Chen sneered inwardly.
What a performance-singing, reciting, acting, and fighting, playing both the red face and the white!
*Yellow Bamboo Island was