True Lord Descending

“…. I have something else of greater importance to tell you.”

As he spoke, a light flashed in First Elder’s eyes but it soon dimmed down as his expression changed incessantly.

At this moment.

First Elder was immersed in his memories and expressions of solitude, mockery, regret, and hate flashed across his face.

Ever since he had become First Elder’s disciple, this was the first time Zhao Feng had seen his Master have such complex expressions.

“I’m guilty to say this but this mission also regards my personal affairs….”

First Elder regained his composure and took out half a hair-brush made from crystal and handed it to Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng gently touched the hair brush and noticed that it was made of a special material which made it comparable to a Mid-grade Mortal weapon.

A Mid-grade Mortal weapon wasn’t much for the most powerful Elder in the Clan, however, First Elder’s fingers trembled slightly as he handed it over.