It was like watching someone forced to swallow a pile of excrement on the dining table.
Chu Xisheng thought to himself that he was probably not the ideal inheritor in this last Sect Master's mind.
His path was already set, cultivating Formless Skill and Chaos Skill, but he was still clueless about magic.
Perhaps considering the legacy of three million disciples and the prestige of the Wood Sword Immortal, he had no choice.
Just as Chu Xisheng stepped onto the first stair, his brows suddenly knitted together, and he flickered back to the doorway like a lightning shadow.
"What's wrong?" Chu Yunyun suspiciously glanced at him: "Is something off?"
The blood-red divine eye clearly showed no movement, no intent to attack Chu Xisheng.
"That senior just spoke to me through divine intent communication."
