This junior brother had small eyes and single eyelids, and he didn't look like any good person.
Although the senior brother's exterior was rough and burly, in fact, he was meticulous. After thinking, he directly shook his head and refused, stating that although he was in charge of the firewood room, he also abided by the sect rules and didn't dare to commit any taboos. In his heart, he was thinking, "I don't want to die; I may have the techniques, but you'll need to be alive to use them. Just going back and forth once from here to the Immortal Mountain's buildings takes 40 minutes, let alone that they still need to go to the Book Pavilion to find martial arts manuals. All in all, wouldn't it take at least a couple of hours? Who knows if the Space Fleet wouldn't have already come down upon us before we could even leave."