Master Bai Qi silently pondered over the reading comprehension.
"The inherent prejudice in people's hearts is truly like a great mountain; trying to move or dismantle it is an extremely arduous task.
The White Sun Sect merely intends to be that single torchbearer in a thousand-year dark room, nothing more."
The gentle voice sighed, seemingly deeply misunderstood.
Bai Qi restrained his thoughts, remaining silent, akin to a flood dragon lurking silently in the depths.
Within his mind, a sudden ripple appeared, capturing a trace of something.
"My young friend is indeed wise. I only gave a slight hint, and you already know how to be on guard.
I have a rival who has taken on a disciple with great potential in Martial Dao, constantly boasting about it.
My young friend, there is a connection between us. Why not... consider acknowledging me as your master and become my registered successor?"
