Chu Xuan couldn't help but ask, "Master, what exactly do you need my help with?"
"It's not that I'm unwilling, I'm just worried that my low level of cultivation might cause more harm than good."
Fuyunzi shook his head, "You don't need to take action. You'll understand when you meet the person."
Soon, the two of them delved into the buildings behind the main hall, arriving near a secluded courtyard.
From afar, Chu Xuan saw a white-haired old woman in purple sitting cross-legged on a mat at the entrance.
Her eyes were closed, sitting quietly there, exuding an aura as deep as the sea and extraordinary, clearly a master from beyond the mortal world.
Is this the "ancestral master"?
Just as Chu Xuan was about to step forward and pay his respects, the old woman opened her eyes, looked towards the head teacher, with a hint of helplessness in her eyes.
