The dusk is like ink, gradually soaking in the glazed tiles of Qingxiao Sect. Yun Che held the wooden sword soaked in sweat and watched Xuanfeng perform his exquisite swordsmanship in the center of the dojo, while the surrounding disciples praised him one after another. He looked down at his worn Taoist robe, turned around and was about to leave, but heard harsh comments coming from behind him.
"With his qualifications, he still expects to succeed in cultivation?" "Last time the sect was at the bottom in the assessment, I really don't know why the master wanted to take him in." The snickering pierced into Yun Che's heart like a needle, and he clenched his fists so hard that his nails almost dug into his palms. Both of his parents died when he was young, and he was looked down upon by his sect, but these never diminished his determination to become stronger.
Just when Yun Che was feeling sad, Senior Sister Qingyu walked over lightly and put an oil paper bag into his hand: "Don't listen to their nonsense, I can see your efforts. This is the pastry I specially left for you." Yun Che's eyes were slightly hot, and he quickly thanked him. Qingyu looked at him, his eyes full of encouragement: "By the way, I heard that there have been abnormal spiritual energy fluctuations in the Houshan forbidden area recently, and the leader is planning to send someone to investigate. Do you want to try to get this opportunity?"
