The bone hill raised high, and the inside was hollowed out like a shabby house. It became the temporary hiding place for Maxter and his son.
Maxter was the School Master of the Windy Thunder School and one of the masters of the Glazed Island. He had lived a glorious life, unrestrained for a lifetime, respected, and supported by others. He never thought that he would end up in such a situation. First, he was teased by the spacetime of the Longevity Mountain. Then, he got abandoned by the sect's elders. At this moment, he had nothing left, except for his disappointing son.
His original bad temper had gotten worse recently.
"Father, drink some water," Jaegar looked very old. His hair was gray, his skin was dry and cracked, and his voice was hoarse and low. If his realm hadn't been
