The attic was the residence of the Saint Master.
Wilda felt compelled to seek clarity, her heart refusing to settle until she did. Yet, after posing her question, the spacious room remained eerily silent, offering no response.
With unwavering determination, Wilda knelt, her knees bending against the ground.
She implored once more, "Master, I beg you to resolve my doubts! Romus is a once-in-a-century talent in every aspect. His presence in Monington Sacred Land is beneficial in every way and not harmful at all. Why then must he be placed in death? Master, if you cannot clear my doubts, this... This will become my innermost devil!"
The innermost devil was the biggest factor affecting whether a cultivator could achieve immortality.
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