I, the Palace Lord
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Everyone was dumbfounded at Yu Sheng's antics, who returned to sit behind Ye Futian. He was completely unfazed by all the invitations thrown at him.
The scene made everyone understand that Yu Sheng shared a very deep bond with Ye Futian. Despite all the invitations from the sacred grounds of the nine states, there was not the slightest hint of interest seen on his face. His attitude said it all—all of them had no hopes of roping him in.
"Such a pity." Many thought that Yu Sheng had a surreal fate in being able to train in such unreal demonic methods. It would have done him a lot of good if he were to be able to train in other sacred grounds, such as the Vajra Region and the Nine State College. At the very least, he would have been able to grow faster and set his path on becoming a saint sooner.
Many turned to look at Ye Futian, who simply shrugged, a gesture telling them that he had nothing to do with Yu Sheng's decision.