"Alas, such a fine Cultivation Technique, and yet no one is willing to cultivate it. It's such a pity."
The Sect Master gazed at the Martial Arts Treasure on the table with an air of unwillingness, but he did not have the courage to castrate himself.
After Yao Buji ran out of the study, he couldn't help but shiver, wondering if the founder of the Flowing Cloud Sect might have been a eunuch—why were so many things specifically for eunuchs?
"Elder Yao."
Just then, a breathless Liang Xuwang ran over, "I heard you were meeting with the Sect Master. It was quite difficult to find you."
"Why are you here instead of properly managing your little Sect?"
Yao Buji looked at Liang Xuwang with annoyance and asked.
"It's like this," Liang Xuwang said nervously. "My junior brother Qin Aotian and his two sons took refuge in my Sect. Although I took them in, I felt I should report this matter to you."
"Humph, how is your taking in some losers my concern? As long as you're happy with it—"
