"Venerable Monk Fuzhen's disciple has come too. Even if a reclusive master passes away, they can still influence generations to come. It truly fills me, Mu Fengbai, with endless emotion. Li Mufan, your disciple is impressive. When I spoke about him earlier, I almost got beaten up. That won't do, will it? How exactly did you teach your disciple? We are all fellow members of the Daoist sect. How can we slaughter one another?"
The old man behind me smiled faintly, resting a hand on my shoulder as he said, "Everyone knows Xia Yitian's origins. Though most people don't like him, his background is not something youngsters like you can afford to look down on. He once roamed Yin-Yang Hill, and surely everyone remembers him? He was none other than his master's disciple."
Senior Brother Hai froze. His eyes were almost red. So many years had passed, and no one had mentioned Qiu Cunzhi. Thus, whenever he heard the words "roamed Yin and Yang," he wanted to burst into tears. How imposing the Yin-Yang School had been back then!
"I know he is Elder Qiu Cunzhi's disciple. Otherwise, I would have killed him long ago. Do you think your traitorous disciple, Mu Fengbai of the Taiqing Sect, could still be standing here protecting him?" Li Mufan smiled faintly, though a trace of disdain glimmered in his eyes. He continued, "When ordinary people speak of you, Mu Fengbai, they all have to give you a thumbs-up and call you a man of deep feeling. But in my eyes, you're nothing more than a wretch clinging to life. You lost your way because of a woman, then found your way because of a woman. Utterly laughable."
Mu Fengbai shook his head and smiled. "Li Mufan, you're still the same. Sharp as a