"Sit."
A hoarse yet ethereal voice sounded.
Luo Manping took a seat without the slightest ceremony.
Tu Shan Jun sat down as well. Looking at Ruzang and Yu Shen beside him, he gave a slight nod and said, "I truly apologize for disrupting your gathering. My friend's temper is like this. If he does not see me, he will not leave."
"Master, you overstate it. You shame us with such words. What us and you? Aren't we all one family?" Wu Rong smoothly took up the conversation, dissolving the heavy atmosphere from before in one stroke.
Luo Manping lifted his wine cup and asked in surprise, "Your disciple?"
Tu Shan Jun nodded. "My inheriting disciple."
"If I die one day, he will receive a share of my inheritance."
"No wonder."
Luo Manping let out a long sigh.
He drained a cup in one gulp, and the Yin Ji attending at his side hurriedly refilled it.
Only after downing three cups in succession did he wipe the corner of his mouth and say, "You have always been strict in taking disciples. I remember you did not even accept Yang Wu, though he never mentioned it."
"I stopped taking disciples long ago." Tu Shan Jun's expression was quite calm.
Yet a strange glint still flashed through his eyes. Even he did not know whether his decision had been right or wrong.
Still, it was better than bearing that kind of pressure again.
The pressure itself did not matter. He was simply worried that, if killing became second nature to him, then this time, when his disciple deceived his master and betrayed his ancestors, he had acted. Next time, if his disciple had committed no great wrong and had merely defied his decision, would he act again...
No one could say for certain.