The old man's tone gradually became more emotional.
Almost bitter.
"I kept asking that damn master of mine to let me enter the Heavenly Poison Sect's grounds as well."
His fists slowly tightened.
"But that poisonous old monster would never tell me anything."
Arkaal suddenly laughed mockingly.
"Every single time I asked, he would only give me the same answer."
The old man's expression darkened.
"He would say I was not ready."
The surrounding gu insects hissed softly as if reacting to his emotions.
"He said he was protecting me," Arkaal continued hatefully, "but I know the truth."
"He was only trying to keep me under his control."
His voice became colder.
"He kept the key of the 4th Spirit Realm away from me so that I would remain dependent on him forever."
Arkaal looked at Qishan's remains again.
"And now the old bastard had the gall to die before giving me what I wanted."
His expression twisted further.
"After everything I did for him…"
