"A barren land with no one to till, once tilled, there are those who vie."
The old Taoist laughed heartily, a hint of sarcasm in his eyes: "Just now you spoke eagerly of Tianxi as a place of rules, yet I see you, boy, swaying like a reed, acting with no principle.
The mother of that child was kneeling and begging bitterly, and you dismissed her with a light 'I am no healer, life and death are fated.' Now you're calling 'little junior brother' with such joy, generously offering the spiritual medicine you have tightly tucked away."
"So what if it's the territory of Bai Tuo Mountain? Tianxi Sword Sect is a prestigious and orthodox sect, and this child hasn't sold himself to Tianxi. What, do you intend to force him to stay?"
Fan Hong smiled wryly, knowing that anyone else would not dare to openly mock Tianxi disciples in Bai Tuo Mountain under everyone's watchful eyes.
But the old Taoist in front of him was Bailing Zhenren, a grandmaster and head of a top Immortal Sect.
