The Sect Master's eyes flickered dim and restless like lanterns in a storm. His smile held the warmth of courtesy, yet behind it lurked a heart that even the walls of the great hall could feel, surely, Holy Envoy understood him and his intention well, not that, he had any reason to hide.
Who is he? Sect Master of the Supreme Peak Holy Land, what could he potentially hide? Regardless, you need to give water to the tree to enjoy the fruit.
"Young Master Zhao, you are as sharp as ever... However I don't have any vile reasons behind," he finally spoke, his words dragging like chains across stone.
