After settling in the three beauties and his drunken assistant, Zhao Rong hurriedly rushed to the room of the Sect Leader, Mage Yi Zhen. He jogged the entire way, extremely worried about Mage Yi Zhen's safety. For Mage Yi Zhen to suddenly want to pass on his position, he must be seriously injured or have met with some misfortune, Zhao Rong thought. Otherwise, the Sect Leader is in the prime of his life. How could he so hastily pass the position on to me?
Remembering how Mage Yi Zhen had always treated him like a son, Zhao Rong's heart ached. The thought that his mentor might have met with a terrible fate, possibly even death, brought a wave of sorrow over him. By the time he reached the door to Mage Yi Zhen's room, he couldn't control his emotions and entered with tears welling in his eyes.
