"Master..."
Chen Qing spoke softly, yet did not know what to say.
Luo Zhixian turned around. The loneliness on his face had already vanished, replaced by his usual calm.
"The past is like smoke. Better left unmentioned."
Just then, the old servant approached with light steps and bowed. "Master, Young Master, the meal is ready."
"Mm." Luo Zhixian nodded and turned to Chen Qing. "Have a meal with your master before you leave."
"Yes, Master," Chen Qing answered.
The meal was simple yet exquisite: several light vegetable dishes, a bowl of warming soup, and a pot of clear tea.
Master and disciple sat facing each other, speaking little throughout the meal.
After eating, Chen Qing rose to take his leave.
Luo Zhixian did not try to keep him. "Go. While improving your cultivation, do not neglect your spear techniques."
"This disciple takes his leave."
Chen Qing bowed, then turned and left the small courtyard.
It was noon, and the sunlight blazed brightly.
Chen Qing did not return directly to his own courtyard. Instead, he headed toward Qu He's residence.
Qu He's courtyard was not far away. Chen Qing knocked on the door ring, and a maid soon opened the gate.
The maid recognized Chen Qing and hurriedly welcomed him in with respect, leading him to the reception hall and serving tea.
Before long, somewhat hurried footsteps sounded. Qu He strode into the reception hall, his face carrying both shame and delight. Cupping his fists, he said, "Senior Brother Chen! You're back."
"Mm." Chen Qing nodded. "How did it go?"
He could sense that Qu He's aura was slightly unsteady. Clearly, his injuries had yet to fully heal.
Qu He gave a bitter smile and sat opposite Chen Qing. "I've made a fool of myself before Senior Brother. Luo Chengxuan's cultivation