"Another person has died!"
Within an ancient and simple courtyard, a black-haired youth dressed in a plain Taoist robe took a sip of fragrant tea and glanced at the pink hue in the sky.
What was eerie was that there was no blood rain above this small courtyard, and the sky was not the color of fire red.
"Are you still interested in this?"
"Instead of wasting time on that, consider how you might take another step forward. If you can become the direct disciple of the palace master, even the Unbeatable Emperor isn't the limit."
Sitting opposite the black-haired youth was a young man with golden hair shimmering all over his body, which upon closer inspection, turned out to be the transformation of a golden dragon.
"There are so many Saint Sons and Saint Daughters, everyone wants to become the direct disciple of the palace master, but over the years, the palace master has never taken any direct disciples."