They were master and apprentice, yet they were killing each other. What kind of cruel irony was that?0

Ye Luo’s heart filled with grief and pain too great to express in words.0

In his eyes, their master had never once mistreated any of his disciples.0

His seventh disciple, Xuan Ning, was a bit dim. After joining the sect, his cultivation lagged far beyond his sectmates, and he often felt poorly about himself.2

Yet his master said that Xuan Ning’s diligence made up for his failings, and that a great talent matured slowly.0

Rivers didn’t strive to outpace others. Instead, they strove for an endless flow. The same went for cultivating the Grand Dao.0

Then there was Ye Luo’s fifth senior apprentice brother, Wang Que. Wang Que had walked a bumpy road, and he carried the weight of a blood debt.0

It was their master who helped him gather information in secret. He paved the way for Wang Que to realize his goals, get revenge, and undo the knots in his heart.0

Then there was Ye Luo’s second senior apprentice brother, Jing Xing. He was agreeable, modest, and polite by nature, and he detested killing. Once, while he was out wandering, some old-timers of the demonic path used “discussing the Dao”...0