Does anyone actually Believes That My Master Is A Mortal?

Next to the mountain gate.

Ye Luo gazed at the mark on the stone.

He used the Observation Technique over and over again.

Nothing at all.

Let alone Dao Yun.

Not even a strand of hair.

Was this new junior brother contemplating the air in the middle of the night?

"Junior brother, are you sure this is left by our Respected Master and that he asked you to comprehend it here?"

Ye Luo asked with skepticism.

Now, his ability to capture Dao Yun was extremely sharp.

There wasn't a trace on this mark.

What could he comprehend?

Comprehend loneliness, void, and cold?

Zhang Han replied gently, "Yes, senior brother. Junior brother once mentioned that I wished to learn Formations, hence Respected Master left this mark here for me to contemplate. However, junior brother's talent is dull, and I've been unable to understand it."

"My comprehension might be low, but Respected Master once said that senior brother grasped it instantly on that day, which shows how high senior brother's comprehension is. I earnestly request senior brother to offer me some guidance!"

"Junior brother also doesn't want to disappoint Respected Master!!"

Upon hearing this.

Ye Luo's face instantly turned red.

Did Respected Master really say that?

He grasped the Dao on that day, and it turns out Respected Master knew it all along.

He probably never mentioned it on normal days, fearing it might lead to a sense of pride.

But now he used that example to teach his junior brother.

It seemed that Respected Master was quite satisfied with his progress.

Knowing this.

Ye Luo felt incredibly pleased.

His gaze toward Zhang Han became much softer.

Respected Master must be satisfied with him.

He would definitely be the one inheriting the Wayless Sect in the future.

As for this junior brother?

It must be that Respected Master was worried that after his Ascension, he would be unable to manage the sect by himself, so he picked a junior brother who could help him manage the sect when the time came.

Thinking this, he should help out this junior brother.

Countless thoughts crossed Ye Luo's mind.

"Junior brother, this mark was left specifically for you by Respected Master; others are unable to sense anything from it, not even I can perceive a trace of Dao Yun in it. You can only rely on yourself to understand it," Ye Luo said calmly.

He was somewhat emotional.

It was no wonder he was Respected Master.

The mark he set was imperceptible to others.

At a glance.

It looked ordinary.

As if it was a mark casually left by a Qi Refinement Stage nobody.

Is this the realm of Respected Master?

Returning to simplicity and truth!

Zhang Han, standing nearby, felt a sense of loss upon hearing this.

But he still bowed to Ye Luo.

"Although senior brother can't help me, I still thank you, senior brother! If senior brother has no further business, I will continue to contemplate the mark. I don't want to fail to live up to Respected Master's kindness!"

Zhang Han turned around, ready to continue contemplating the mark on the stone.

Ye Luo reached out to stop Zhang Han, waved his hand, and said, "I indeed cannot help you, but I can take you to a place that might be of assistance."

"Where to?"

"Hall of Law Transmission!"

"..."

...…

When the two arrived at the Hall of Law Transmission,

it was already the dead of night.

Ye Luo, in his Azure Crane Cloud Robe and holding a long sword, was solitary and aloof.

Like an unrivaled Sword Immortal.

The golden mark on his forehead flickered with a faint light.

It made him stand out in the dark night.

"Go in, look at whatever you want, it might help you," Ye Luo said slowly.

He made a silent resolution in his heart.

The perceptiveness of this junior brother seemed so low that he would inevitably become a bother to the Respected Master.

As the senior brother, it was his duty to relieve the Respected Master of some concerns!

He would need to take extra care of this junior brother in the future.

So that this junior brother could grow up as quickly as possible.

He believed that when the time came, the Respected Master would surely be overjoyed.

Standing by his side, Zhang Han furrowed his brows and asked, "Senior brother, before we enter a place as important as the Hall of Law Transmission, shouldn't we ask one of the Sect Elders guarding it for permission?"

He had the same idea as most people.

Zhang Han also thought that such an important place in the Sect would surely be guarded by a powerful presence.

Not to mention the Sect's place of law transmission, even the libraries of mundane families were guarded by many worldly experts.

After all, the contents within those places were extremely precious.

Upon hearing this, Ye Luo displayed a very strange expression and retorted, "Junior brother, didn't the Respected Master tell you? Our Wayless Sect is a Hidden Sect, and the Sect Elders have long since ascended. Naturally, there is no one guarding the Hall of Law Transmission."

"Moreover, within the Sect, there are only you and I as disciples, so there's nothing much to guard."

Whoosh...

Zhang Han's eyes suddenly widened, and all his refined elegance was thrown to the back of his mind.

The Sect he joined was a Hidden Sect?!

The Sect Elders had already ascended?!

Oh my god...

Zhang Han had always thought that he joined merely a powerful sect, never imagining that it was a Hidden Sect.

It was as if...

He thought he had found a sesame seed, but turned out, what he had picked up was actually a grenade...

No wonder, no wonder...

No wonder the Respected Master had required him to understand the Dao for a year before cultivating it.

It wasn't just some kind of deception.

But rather a unique cultivation method of the Hidden Sect.

"This, this, the junior brother indeed did not know, thank you for informing me, senior brother!"

Zhang Han's breathing grew slightly heavier as he bowed towards Ye Luo.

"It's nothing, go on, go have a look inside first."

Ye Luo waved his hand, signaling Zhang Han to enter the Hall of Law Transmission.

Zhang Han did not say anything further, bowed once more to Ye Luo, and stepped into the Hall of Law Transmission.

Ye Luo, who remained in place, watched Zhang Han's retreating figure.

He silently nodded to himself.

He had to help his junior brother come to an understanding of the Dao.

Once his junior brother had successfully understood the Dao, he would no longer have to constantly trouble the Respected Master.

He would have helped the Respected Master resolve a problem!

To make the Respected Master pleased, he must help Zhang Han successful understand the Dao!

...

At the same time.

Within the Qiandi Dao Sect.

Many Elders once again gathered in the great hall.

At that moment, their faces were filled with anger.

A traitor had emerged within their Qiandi Dao Sect!

They had allowed the appearance of the Hidden Sect, as well as the portrait of the Hidden Sect Master, to be leaked out.

"This traitor! Truly deserves death!"

"What's happening this year? Earlier there was an outrageous thief who stole our sect's unrevealed secrets and many secret manuscripts and codices, and we still have not recovered them. Now there is a traitor."

"Our Wayless Qian Emperor 'Two Blossoms' plan has not even been completed, and now the news has leaked out. What should we do about this?"

"Sect Master, what do you think we should do... Hm? Where are you, Sect Master?"

The Elders voiced their confusion, looking towards the seat of the Sect Master.

The Qian Yuan Sect Master had disappeared.

Wasn't he just here a moment ago?

How could he vanish in the blink of an eye?

After searching for a while, the Elders finally found the crouching Qian Yuan Sect Master behind a pillar.

The group of Elders couldn't help but feel curious about what the Qian Yuan Sect Master was doing squatting next to the pillar.

To this, the Qian Yuan Sect Master merely laughed.

"I, I dropped something."

Could he tell these people that his cultivation had completely been wasted, and being too close to them, the invisible pressure of their presence made him uncomfortable?

Could he say it? Could he?

If he did, he feared he might lose his head...