Chen Ping'an returned to the National Teacher's Manor and went straight beneath the peach tree. Glancing at the blossoms, he said, "Have Nian Xin come over."
Barefoot and bare-chested, he was covered in wounds. His abdomen seemed to have suffered a grave injury, hastily bound with blue cloth that had been soaked through with blood.
Rong Yu was herself a Pure Martial Artist of the Golden Body Realm. Even so, seeing the National Teacher in this state left her deeply shocked.
Just as Rong Yu was about to go to the prison and summon Nian Xin, Chen Ping'an asked with a smile, "Did Pei Qian sneak off and not dare see the old Abbot?"
Back when she was still little black charcoal, the old Abbot had already been the old heavens of Lotus Flower Blessed Land. So-called knowing someone inside and out was nothing more than this.
Rong Yu could not help laughing and nodded. Sure enough, a master knew her disciple best. Sensing that the National Teacher was still in high spirits, she relaxed slightly.
Chen Ping'an took the lead in heading to the neighboring courtyard, intending to tend to his wounds in the room where he had previously received Xu Xie.
Song Yunjian approached him and returned the dried tobacco pipe. "Because of this, I earned the comment, 'What a fine hanger-on.'"
Taking it, Chen Ping'an smiled. "A cautious sailor sails for ten thousand years. What did it matter if the old Abbot teased you once?"
Before entering that room which contained a Separate Cave Heaven, he had Song Yunjian stand guard outside the door.
Crossing the threshold and shutting the door, Chen Ping'an untied the strip of blue cloth binding the hole in his abdomen and casually tossed it onto the ground.
Nian Xin soon arrived. Seeing