The two women secretly exchanged glances. Furong looked a little worried, while Ziyi pursed her lips and said, "Master, while you were in seclusion, I'd been diligently cultivating all along. You just didn't see it.
Furong had just gotten through another month of her stiff period, so I wanted to take her out to move her body around! It was such a rare chance, yet you caught us."
Nong Zhu rolled his eyes at once and snorted. "So what you mean is, you've actually been cultivating painstakingly all this time, and I wronged you?" Ziyi silently nodded, seeming to say: You did wrong me in the first place. Before she knew it, her vision blurred, and with a bang, something struck her forehead. Ziyi cried out and staggered back several steps, baring her teeth at Nong Zhu, who had teleported over. Her master had just rewarded her with a huge forehead flick.
Nong Zhu stared at her coldly and said in a deep voice, "Ever since you left the Purple Bamboo Forest, you little girl have become more and more slippery. Where did that good disciple who used to cultivate diligently go?"
"But when I used to cultivate day and night without stopping, weren't you always advising me that high cultivation didn't represent everything, that my brain needed to stay flexible too? You often told me to play more and not bury myself in foolish training," Ziyi muttered, looking aggrieved.
"Hmph! Times have changed. Elder Bi has now left the Cultivation World, and no one is left to back us up. The Cultivation World is in troubled times now. If you don't gain a few more skills, the one who suffers later will be yourself. Even a fun-loving person like your master has started working hard. How can you be