As soon as he said that, he suddenly realized it was inappropriate, feeling extremely annoyed.
What was happening to him? Was he really going to pledge allegiance to the Fourth Prince of Da Jing?
How on earth did he master the Fearless Sect's mental method?
Chu Zhiyuan chuckled, "Do you have any sense of your own cultivation? ... You're good for passing on information, but expecting you to control the Fearless Sect is a colossal joke!"
The middle-aged man, initially annoyed, felt he shouldn't listen to such nonsense.
But upon hearing this, he became indignant, "My cultivation is low because I couldn't see the Fearless Realm before, couldn't firmly believe in it. Now it's different."
"And what if you do firmly believe?" Chu Zhiyuan shook his head, "You're not unaware of how many disciples in the Fearless Sect survive to become a Grandmaster, right?"
The middle-aged man's gaze suddenly dimmed.
