"To involve the Sect Master, I truly apologize." Qi Xiu, standing beside, looked apologetic and cupped his hands towards Dongfang Qing.
"No harm, no harm, we are cut from the same cloth, you've received quite a bit of scolding yourself."
Dongfang Qing waved his hand and smiled.
"What have you planned next? Now that you are not a disciple of Shenxiao Sect, I think many will actively seek you out.
Your Golden Bowl is something many covet."
Dongfang Qing spoke with a hint of sourness, after all, Qi Xiu was from his Shenxiao Sect, now his reputation was soaring, becoming a pillar of the Human Race, yet he had to leave, which naturally made him a bit uncomfortable.
"Disciple is burdened with great karma, and naturally will not join any sect aristocracy, it's harmful to others and myself.
If possible, disciple plans to establish a mountain gate of my own."
"Establish your own mountain gate?"
At this statement, both Dongfang Qing and Daoist Qingya looked at Qi Xiu in surprise.
