Chapter 129

“I grow tired of constant closed door cultivation and find the weather today pleasing for a pause in my tedious practice. You may rise.”

The sect master responded and focused his vision on the large dome instead. From his elevated position he could clearly see the faces of the children and their corresponding teachers.

These were the seeds of his sect and would someday become strong cultivators themselves.

He sighed as he remembered a time when he too, wished to fly amongst the clouds and become the true master of his fate. But looking back now, it seemed that he was too naïve in his simplistic dreams.

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