Su Jie had experienced a lifetime's worth of hardship.
He had walked through blood-soaked battlefields, survived assassination attempts by rival sects, and even fought off a rampaging spirit beast with his bare hands. Betrayals by those he once called brothers had hardened his heart.
But in all his forty-plus years of cultivation, not once had his senses betrayed him the way they did now.
He stared at the scene before him, trying to make sense of it.
A young man, barely in the Qi Refinement stage, sitting calmly with three Golden Core cultivators standing behind him like loyal guardians. Worse still, they addressed him as "master."
There was no hint of mockery in their tone, no pretense in their body language.
If it weren't for the serious, unwavering expressions on the faces of those three Golden Core disciples standing behind Xie Ren, Su Jie might have dismissed the entire thing as some ridiculous prank.
