Yu Xuan could feel the genuine care in the Martial Ancestor's tone. Despite the old man's distant and overwhelming aura, there was warmth in his words.
He bowed slightly and said with sincere respect, "Thank you, Master!"
Outside the barrier, the Martial Ancestor smiled faintly.
"Good. May fortune guide you, my disciple."
But inside the barrier, Yu Xuan's expression changed the moment the isolation took hold and he sensed no one was peeking.
The warmth vanished from his face, replaced by a mischievous grin that slowly spread across his lips.
"Acting, really is troublesome," Yu Xuan or rather Old Yu muttered, shaking his head.
He had, on purpose, displayed a reckless half-mad personality during the trial.
Not for strategy.
Not for deception.
Simply because Old Yu felt like it.
Deep within his soul, the Young Yu was screaming, unleashing a string of curses and complaints that could make weak legs tremble.
