Chapter 575 Refusing to Be His Disciple

On the isolated mountain peak, there was not a sharp protrusion, but a large piece of flat land. It seemed the mountain top was cut off horizontally by someone with a sword. It was extremely flat.

A simplified square courtyard stood on it.

Master Thomas, it was probable, loved excitement. He had deliberately built the main entrance to the courtyard on the edge of the cliff, leaving only a path less than three feet wide.

It was not surprising if one accidentally stumbled and fell when he was sleepy early in the morning or rushed out to pee in the middle of the night.

However, it was the design of the courtyard entrance that could better reflect the artistic conception of a worldly master.

At this time, Master Thomas was standing on the edge of a cliff, with his back facing the path up the mountain. His navy-blue cloth clothes and his white hair fluttered in the wind, as if he were ready to fly away at any time.

It was a fairy style!