"What's wrong? Sighing like this, did a disciple upset you?"
Amidst the magnificent and beautiful scenery, Qing Zhang stepped out from the void. Seeing his solemn expression, the middle-aged man in the purple robe inquired.
"It's about a human disciple I mentioned to you last time; he just arrived at the Cyan Yang Hall today," Qing Zhang said.
The middle-aged man in the purple robe smiled upon hearing this, "A disciple reporting, that's a good thing. The Heaven-Reaching Pavilion has so few people, each disciple is a treasure, you should be happy."
"This disciple... what a pity," Qing Zhang shook his head.
"What happened?" asked the middle-aged man in the purple robe.
"Zhi Bo, do you know why I despise the Human Race and always show them a stern face?" Qing Zhang said.