The Taixu Sect Master was heavy with worry. After speaking, he turned his head and saw that Elder Master Xun's expression was calm, without the slightest special reaction. He couldn't help but ask in surprise:
"Ancestor, you..."
Elder Master Xun raised his eyes and looked at the Taixu Sect Master indifferently, saying: "Save me a spot."
"A spot?" The Taixu Sect Master was slightly stunned.
"Mm, a spot in the Formation Competition." Elder Master Xun said. Then he looked at the Taixu Sect Master once more, speaking gently:
"Don't worry. Do your best. Even if our Taixu Sect really meets unfavorable circumstances, if we gradually lose, it only means I, the old ancestor, failed in planning. The blame doesn't fall on you..."
The Taixu Sect Master gave a bitter smile.
The ancestor's words comforted him—he was deeply grateful in his heart—but pushing the responsibility away now made little difference.
Still, he was terribly perplexed inside.
