Fighting Sect Master Fang Yi

Lucian looked at the middle-aged Sect Master still sitting on his meditation cushion.

The Sect Master's robes were wrinkled and his hair slightly disheveled, as if he had been meditating for a long time.

"I wanted to talk about my promotion, Sect Master!" Lucian said calmly.

The Sect Master's brow furrowed.

"Oh right! You've already broken through, huh?" he continued grumpily, "But you could've waited for tomorrow... It's quite late now."

Lucian bowed his head apologetically, "I'm sorry, Sect Master. But I also have something important to show you. It can't wait until morning."

Fang Yi's eyes narrowed, "What is so urgent?"

Lucian waved his hand and a gray scroll appeared in his palm, "Sect Master, I found this from a demon cultivator."

Fang Yi's eyes turned sharp as he replied coldly, "We are a righteous sect. We won't practice demonic techniques."