Zhao Ritian was deeply puzzled.
"Why can't we ever see that Drunken Elder?"
Fishing Elder said, "Back then, he founded the Drunken Intent Sect all by himself. He had three disciples: the eldest was known throughout the martial world as the Grand Drunken Hero, the second as the Little Drunken Hero, and there was also a female disciple known as the Drunken Heroine. But... later, he fell out with all of them."
"They fell out? Disciples can fall out with their master?"
"Ah, this sort of thing is common in the martial world. Respecting one's master, treating one's master as a father for life, a master's command being as unyielding as a mountain... it's all like loyalty to one's sovereign and love for one's country, benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, and trustworthiness. They're just slogans. If you believe in them, they exist. If you don't, they're bullshit and can be overturned at any time."
Zhao Ritian shot to his feet. "Such unfilial, unrighteous beasts deserve to be sliced into a thousand pieces and scorned by everyone!"
Fishing Elder looked at him. "Why the hell are you getting worked up? Their martial arts are far superior to yours. Beating you would be child's play. Sit down!"
Zhao Ritian sat down.
Nan Ji sighed. "The martial world is perilous and harsh. Disciples killing their masters is hardly rare."
Medicine Elder calmly poured himself a cup of wine and drained it in one gulp.
Long Aotian looked at Medicine Elder. "Senior, there's no need to grieve. Your situation wasn't the same as theirs."
"Hm?" Medicine Elder froze. "I'm not grieving. I just felt like drinking. My master? Hahaha! When I killed him, I regretted letting him die too quickly! I should have tortured him for days and nights, let him suffer every agony before