All sorts of people can go to the land of chaos, but none of them are virtuous.
The old man wasn't afraid, but he kept his distance.
"Thank you," Xu Zimei didn't linger much, and with Lu Ling, flew toward the frontier.
Watching Xu Zimei leave, a few youths behind him stuck their heads out and asked, "Master, can't we soar over too? It won't take long anyway."
Hearing this, the old man's eyebrows furrowed.
He reprimanded, "You shall trek the desert to temper your Daoist Heart.
You can't carve rotten wood."
"Master, don't be angry, we can walk," the youth shrank his neck, not daring to speak further.
They were disciples from the east of the desert, from a force known as Heavenly Sword.
This time, the master was taking them to the land of chaos for training.
It's known that although the land of chaos is dangerous, it can also make one grow quickly.
Moreover, with the master secretly protecting them, their lives wouldn't be in danger.
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