Ren Jingbo, who was previously brimming with excitement, now had a gloomy expression on his face as he let out a long, helpless sigh.
He removed his hands from Fang Bai's shoulders, clasped them behind his back, and walked forward two steps, his gaze deep and distant as he looked out of the hall.
A moment later, he said in a heavy voice, "When I took over as the head of Bitao Martial Academy, I swore an oath to lead it to prosperity, to ascend to a third-rank Sect in the True Martial Realm. However..."
A bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth as he continued, "But my cultivation level reached perfection in the Desolate Level thirty years ago and has been stagnant since, despite consuming a vast amount of cultivation resources—it hasn't been effective..."
Suddenly, he turned and asked Fang Bai, "Do you know what conditions are needed to ascend to a third-rank Sect?"