The red maple tree moves without wind, a few maple leaves fall, disappearing before they reach the ground.
An elder sits cross-legged beneath the tree, his tattered clothes make him appear somewhat shabby. He lacks the celestial aura, his eyes dark and cold, causing fright.
"Successor, what is your choice?"
The elder's eyes, like black holes, stare at Su Xiao. Su Xiao frowns, as he's given no choice, let alone knows what to choose.
"..."
Seeing Su Xiao's silence, the elder seems slightly displeased.
With a swoosh, everything blurs before Su Xiao's eyes. He was originally about ten meters from the elder, but now, the elder and the red maple tree are right before him.
The elder raises a hand, thin as a branch, and with a crackling sound, golden light patterns appear around Su Xiao.
"Rest assured, I intend no malice."
The elder glances at his hand, where the cracks rapidly heal.
