Just ahead, he could see the entrance to Mu Qinxue's private cultivation hall. The spirit qi was so dense near it, even the floor had veins of light running through the stone.
He adjusted his sleeves.
"Alright, time to see if Master Mu's teachings is worth learning or not."
But unseen by him, eyes watched from hidden corners and lofty balconies. Whispers slithered through spirit threads and sound-isolating formations.
"Another one?"
"She actually accepted someone again?"
"No, not another. This one's different. He's still walking straight—and it's already been a full day."
That alone was enough to cause murmurs. Because every single one of her previous disciples—male or female—had one thing in common:
They didn't last.
Some vanished after a week.
Others collapsed into madness after a month, either too obsessed or too broken.
A rare few tried to bind her instead… and became permanent exhibits in the Frozen Soul Pagoda.
