After Hong Yuan left, the boys and girls gathered around Fu Xiao and, deliberately or otherwise, began probing into how Mountain God Ping Peng had offended their master.
They needed to learn from this lesson.
So they could take it as a warning.
At first, Fu Xiao did not understand what his junior brothers and sisters meant, but the longer he listened, the stranger it felt.
After pondering for a moment, he finally realized what they were getting at.
He could not help but laugh.
"You have all misunderstood. Mountain God Ping Peng was assigned a task by Master. He is currently collecting the indestructible spiritual lights left behind by the beings who perished in this Kalpa of the Primordial Wilderness. He was not expelled from the sect by Master."
Upon hearing this, the young disciples suddenly understood.
Then they immediately lost interest.
They stopped asking about Ping Peng.
Instead, they began asking Fu Xiao about the interesting events that had occurred while he traveled through the Primordial Wilderness with their master.
Fu Xiao smiled warmly and patiently began recounting the things he had experienced while accompanying his master over the years.
After telling them a few stories, Fu Xiao suddenly recalled what he had heard about Old Ancestor Hong Mao.
So he began, "Master once told us a story. I wonder if you have heard it before?"
At those words, hopeful looks immediately appeared on the young disciples' faces.
They all sat properly where they were, looking at Fu Xiao with eager anticipation.
Seeing this, Fu Xiao began to narrate. "It was a story about Old Ancestor Hong Mao..."
After arriving in the depths of Hong Yuan Hall, Hong Yuan directly sat cross-legged atop the Lotus Platform Great Dao Father had given him.
As Hong Yuan slowly took his