That day, all twenty elders of the Sisheng Peak gathered together under the mercilessly scorching sun and talked quietly among themselves. Elder Yuheng naturally stood apart. He wasn't stupid enough to roast in the sun with the others. Instead, he hid alone under a flowering tree and enthusiastically tested the flexibility of his new invention - a retractable claw made of black metal that could be put on a finger. Chu Wanning didn't need such things, but he was determined to make weapons for innocent people to protect themselves from the dark creatures. Shizun did not take part in the conversation about the found nephew of the sect leader and was sure that it would not affect him. The boy should choose his mentor, but Chu Wanning was not the most popular choice because of his strict behavior. Few people were brave enough to seek this kind of apprenticeship. Therefore, it was always quiet and deserted in front of the gates of Elder Yuheng's residence. Apart from Heaven's Favorite Xue Meng and Shi Mei, who was a close friend of young heir Xue, Chu Wanning had never accepted other disciples.

Frowning, he stroked the thorn on his claw, thinking about how to improve it, and paying no attention to what the head of the order and the other elders were talking about. For this reason, he did not immediately notice that the crowd buzzing with conversations suddenly became suspiciously quiet. In the end, Chu Wanning looked away from the claw and looked up with some impatience and incomprehension on his face.

You smiled broadly and said, "Mr. Immortal, Mr. immortal, I've been watching you for so long, why don't you notice me?"