“Valley Lord, I’m afraid Insane Gate cannot solve your problem fast enough.” Someone spoke with a clear and bright voice: “If you wish, you should visit my sect because my master may be able to help you.”1

A youth came over, one as dazzling as the sun. He wore an expensive robe befitting his nobility. He exuded an aura of ascension with each step as if he could soar upward at any second. An air of arrogance was unavoidable.0

“Thank you for your kind intention, Saint...4