When the surroundings finally fell completely silent, Li Youdao placed his hands behind his back and paced toward a secluded, empty corner.
He gazed at the watchtower in the distance, which was still continuously rising, and the eternal, unchanging smile on his face slowly faded, turning into an almost imperceptible sigh.
Those old fogies in the Qingxuan Sect were simply too rigid.
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