Lu Chengwen's Inner Sorrow

Lu Chengwen, Zhao Ritian, and Hua Xuening waited outside the tunnel entrance.

Hua Xuening pouted. "Martial Uncle is so biased! Such a great opportunity, and he gave it to Tian'er. He's already so powerful—what does he need this opportunity for? It would've been so much better to give it to my master!"

Zhao Ritian said, "Exactly! He's just the chief disciple who opened the gates, what's so great about that? In terms of looks, he's inferior to me; in terms of intelligence, he can only worship me; in that regard..."

Lu Chengwen asked, "How long has it been?"

"A long time."

Just then, a gust of eerie wind swept out from inside.

All three were martial artists. Knowing something was happening, they immediately rose, turned around, and looked inside.

Before they had even steadied themselves, Martial Uncle rushed out. "Who has a Great Sun Returning Pill? Lend it to me!"

Lu Chengwen narrowed his eyes.

Holy crap!?

Zhao Ritian raised his hand. "I do! What's wrong, Martial Uncle?"

"Oh, I got careless and nearly beat Long Aotian to death. Without a Great Sun Returning Pill, this will be hard to handle."

Zhao Ritian froze for several seconds, then patted himself down. "I left it at home."

"You just said you had one!"

"I thought you were willing to teach me. I didn't know it was to save that Shit-Spraying Dragon, so I left it at home."

"Ah! What are we supposed to do now?"

Zhao Ritian said, "Martial Uncle, don't worry. Just set Long Aotian aside and leave him alone for now. He doesn't have the talent to advance anyway. But since he's no good, can you consider me instead?"

Ming Disha looked at Zhao Ritian. "Oh? You want to advance too?"

"Well..." Zhao Ritian smiled bashfully. "Who wouldn't?"

"Good!