C342 [be an Oriole]

The old man smiled faintly and stroked his white beard as he said with a mysterious smile, "Don't worry, Sect Master. As long as I can refine two more Pills, will you still need to worry about not being able to cultivate a capable assistant?"

When the Sect Master heard this, his anger eased up slightly. He stared at the old man with a deep gaze and thought quickly. He nodded and said