Zhang Cuishan looked at Zhang Sanfeng and said somewhat helplessly:
"Master, what should I do?"
Hearing this, Zhang Sanfeng patted his disciple on the shoulder and said:
"After this matter has passed, go to the Sky Eagle Cult and bring them back."
At those words, Zhang Cuishan gave a bitter smile, shook his head, and said:
"Master, it's not that I'm unwilling. It's that this is probably impossible.
If it were only Susu and Wuji, it would be manageable. The two of them still listened to me.
But with Jiuzhu there, I probably wouldn't have any say.
I feel that Jiuzhu has seen more than I have, and the things he understands far surpass what I know.
There are some things that he grasped the moment they were mentioned; once he understood one thing, he understood a hundred. His comprehension was terrifying.
In just two years, aside from martial arts, he had renewed and improved everything I knew.
Even the many classics and scriptures I knew, he could form his own understanding of them.
And Susu had told him about the doctrines of the Ming Cult and the Sky Eagle Cult, as well as many other things she knew.
My sworn elder brother had also passed much of what he knew on to Jiuzhu.
Even martial arts were no exception, yet Jiuzhu had renewed and improved them all.
Even the Kongtong Sect's Seven Injuries Fist had been developed by Jiuzhu into his own Seven Injuries Fist. His true strength was unfathomable.
Even if I got into a conflict with him, he could suppress me outright.
Only because I'm his father do my words still carry some weight.
If he were to become completely independent, he would surely stir up an unprecedented, terrifying wave across the entire Jianghu.
He might even...