Honestly, Eryke never expected such an overreaction from the Sect Leader. He wondered in his heart, 'What the hell is wrong with this old man?'
Was his Martial Art really so great that it could make a forty-year-old man react like that?
'No, what am I even thinking?' Eryke hurriedly pushed aside his intrusive thoughts and calmed himself.
He looked at the Sect Leader again with a smile on his face, "Is my Healing Martial Art truly worthy of the scabbard?"
"Yes, yes, it is definitely worth it," the Sect Leader said, tears streaming down his face. He couldn't stop crying even after a long while. "Finally, ancestors, we might truly be able to reach the top."
Then he looked at Eryke again with firm resolve, lowered his head, and knocked it against the ground, "Thank you so much for your help."
Eryke waved his hands lightly. "It's nothing. Let's start the meeting, shall we?"
