Coming Home for Dinner

After Wenren Sheng finished demonstrating Mystic Stealth, Ji Zhengyan merely stood there with a cold sneer, completely devoid of his earlier shock.

"Master, aren't you a little too pleased...?" Wenren Sheng said helplessly.

Of course, he knew why Ji Zhengyan was sneering, but he could not explain it to him.

"Of course I'm pleased. I'm pleased that I was right about you. Geniuses always like relying on clever little tricks to take shortcuts, because their minds are quick enough to come up with methods others cannot imagine."

"Yet when they reach the end, they discover that the road paved by clever little tricks is full of traps ahead."

Ji Zhengyan calmed himself and spoke blandly.

Wenren Sheng had nothing to say.

On the surface, there was nothing wrong with what Ji Zhengyan had said. In fact, it was precisely the sort of thing Wenren Sheng often used to lecture his own students.

What went around came around. It was not that retribution never came; the time simply had not yet arrived.

"You can go back now." Ji Zhengyan waved a hand.

"Oh." Wenren Sheng instinctively turned and left.

But after reaching the courtyard gate, he felt that something was off and walked back.

"Master, where exactly are you telling me to go back to?"

"Go back to wherever you came from."

Ji Zhengyan's voice was ice-cold.

Wenren Sheng froze. He could tell whether the man meant it or not.

He was a clever man, and having been steeped in countless philosophical ideas from his previous life, he immediately understood that he really had been in the wrong before.

He really had been taking a shortcut, wanting only to rely on the boosts granted by the Seed of Mystery to fool Ji Zhengyan.

He had merely wanted to obtain the other