On the way to Hidden Sword Gorge, Chu Kuangren sat aboard the Immortal Boat, propping his chin in his palm as he gazed at the sea of clouds before him and sighed from time to time.
Not far away, Murong Xuan, Nangong Huang, and the others watched him.
"That's the sixth time."
Murong Xuan spoke.
"Six sighs in two hours. Has our eldest senior brother run into some trouble?" Nangong Huang asked with some concern.
"Surely not. Our eldest senior brother is so powerful. What trouble could possibly stump him?" Daoist Seed Junyi asked in puzzlement beside him.
Lan Yu happened to pass by, and Junyi hurried over to ask, "Lan Yu, do you know why our eldest senior brother keeps sighing?"
Lan Yu pondered for a moment. "Sigh..."
Everyone exchanged looks.
Wait, what are you sighing about now?
"Young Master, have some fruit."
Lan Yu carried a plate of fruit over to Chu Kuangren.
"Mm, all right."
Nangong Huang and the others gathered around. With everyone pushing him forward, Murong Xuan stepped out reluctantly and said, "Um, Eldest Senior Brother, have you run into some trouble lately?"
"Trouble? No. I eat well, dress well, my cultivation is going smoothly, and I'm getting more handsome by the day. No trouble at all."
"That doesn't add up. If there's no trouble, why are you sitting here sighing, Eldest Senior Brother?" Junyi asked.
"Oh, you mean that."
Realization dawned on Chu Kuangren. Then he shook his head and sighed. "Sigh, speaking of that, I do feel rather helpless. Tell me, how old am I now? Yet my master already wants me to become the sect leader. Isn't that ridiculous?"
They froze at his words.
What?
That's it? That's it?
That's what you've been sitting here sighing about for two hours?
Countless people