Honest Blind Monk, the Road Ahead

The blind monk did not linger here. He did not even say much to the Great Monk of the Vinaya Sect.

The Great Monk of the Vinaya Sect had not asked about what happened before, either. Both sides maintained a tacit understanding.

It carried the meaning that everything was understood without a word being spoken.

Bai Lin's attempt to glean any information from a few scattered words was nothing but wishful thinking.

The only thing known now was that this blind monk, respectfully called Blind Master, had indeed once belonged to the Vinaya Sect before later leaving it.

Among the sects beneath heaven, joining was difficult, but leaving was even harder. Most sect cultivators were lifelong employees.

Even those cultivators who flew wildly about, wandering outside every day, vanishing for eight hundred or a thousand years, or going out to roam for who knew how long before dying outside as though they had never existed in the sect at all—

Still bore the title of that sect's disciples in name.

Leaving a sect generally meant, regardless of the hidden circumstances, being expelled from one's master's gate or betraying one's sect.

That title was of utmost importance.

Blind Master had left the Vinaya Sect, yet the Vinaya Sect's Great Monk still treated him with great respect. Whatever lay behind it, Bai Lin could not learn it no matter how curious he was.

Bai Lin was carried in Blind Master's hand, while the Great Monks of the Vinaya Sect all seemed blind as well. Not one of them spared him a glance.

After everyone had left, Blind Master continued carrying Bai Lin across the dark wilderness. Before long, he arrived at a cave.

Blind Master set Bai Lin down, then found a spot for himself and sat cross-legged. In an instant, he