I didn't dare make a sound. I watched a group of young men in purple robes walk past, my face stiff, and hurriedly turned around. I'd go back to the thatched cottage and talk later.
But the disciples of the Purple Emperor Sect had no intention of letting me off. One of them immediately turned around and asked, "Hey, fellow cultivator, where's the convenience store down here?"
"I don't know," I said flatly. All four disciples were at the Dao Entry stage, and I didn't want to cause trouble.
"Oh. Let's get acquainted. I'm Duan Yu. Since you live next door, you'll have to look after me," the Purple Emperor Sect disciple said with a smile.
"Heh." I chuckled, went straight into the thatched cottage, and shut the door. Seeing how rude I was, the other party snorted and began discussing me with the others.
Li Poxiao sat there like a statue of Buddha, ignoring me completely.
I didn't dare go outside anymore. I simply lay down on the bed, intending to sleep for a while. I'd only slept for an hour last night and needed to catch up.
But the two beds were too close together. With Li Poxiao meditating beside me, I felt uncomfortable no matter how I looked at it. How was I supposed to live like this?
"Hey, Li Poxiao. Let's chat and open our hearts to each other. How about we exchange our methods of study?" I sat up.
"You cultivate the evil path, while I cultivate the righteous path. There's nothing to discuss." Li Poxiao rejected me again without hesitation.
He didn't care about food, clothing, salt, or oil—in other words, he truly was a great master of his generation, I grumbled inwardly.
I also took out the Ancestor Chao's books and began studying