Inside an ordinary looking mansion, Broken Blade sat in his secluded chamber, his sharp gaze locked on the young man before him.
"You need Golden Core Experts?" Broken Blade asked, his deep voice filled with a hint of surprise as he leaned slightly forward.
"Yes, Senior," Mo Jian replied calmly, his tone respectful but firm. "My sect doesn't have enough Golden Core Experts to support my growing demands"
For a moment, Broken Blade simply stared at him without speaking.
The young man's confidence impressed him.
Most juniors, when standing before him, trembled and stuttered as though before a supreme being.
But Mo Jian was different, steady as stone, unshaken by the pressure that would crush others.
His courage, poise, and clear mind earned the old man's silent respect.
"As a young man, you must have the guts to chase after what you desire," Broken Blade said finally, nodding in approval. "And you clearly don't lack that."
He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms.
