My Starlight Grass

After Lin An and the other aspiring cultivators left, the smile on the eldest senior brother's face gradually faded, and he became expressionless.

"That cultivator's strength is not simple. Even if I were to face him, my chances of losing the battle were very high. That is why I wanted you to apologize." The eldest senior brother explained calmly. 

"What?"

The nascent soul stage disciple and the other two female disciples who were in charge of maintaining the sea of fire formation immediately exclaimed in shock.

"Eldest senior brother, you are at the fifth level of the original infant stage. That cultivator is only at the peak of the golden core stage. How could you lose to him?" The nascent soul stage disciple asked in disbelief.