The bamboo forest swayed, its leaves rustling in the wind.0

The distant sea of clouds churned, scattering the colorful, dreamlike radiance of the heavens.0

Ninth Elder Tie Wenjing suddenly said, “Xiao Jian, how about you come to my Little Pine Peak to continue your cultivation?”0

Su Yi was briefly stunned. “Do you think staying on Spirit Bamboo Peak will lead to trouble?”0

“I’m sure of it!” Tie Wenjing said staunchly. “You refused to serve as the sect leader’s weapon. In doing so, you’ve irrevocably offended him.0

“At times like these, there’s no need for the sect leader to say anything. Those wholeheartedly intent on sharing his burdens, as well as those hoping to occupy Spirit Bamboo Peak for themselves, are sure to kick you while you’re down.0

“That aside, the third elder is one of the sect leader’s most capable followers, and worse, he’s your direct superior. If he wants to teach you a lesson, he has ample opportunities, and he can do so without giving you anything to find fault with him over!”0

Here, Tie Wenjing’s gaze grew solemn. “I dare say with certainty that if you insist on staying on Spirit Bamboo Mountain, you’ll be in for big trouble!”  0

Mo Yong...0