Looking at the suspicious gaze of the chancellor, the Four Seasons Tower expert almost spat out blood.
He left in embarrassment as murmurs of "old bastard" could be heard drifting from his vicinity.
The aged antique in the small yard was still filled with the same rage, cursing out loud, "What is wrong with children these days? Have they gone stupid from practicing their martial skills? It’s merely a skill of reorganizing the soul; judge the situation according to the shattered state of the divine sense, then reassemble it and recover it bit by bit – done! Such a petty matter. F*cking hell, I’ve repeated myself five times, but he still asks with wide eyes like an idiot child!"