How was Xia Qingping back then any different from the old sect master now? They were both down on their luck, both had disciples crying out to be fed. Of course, the old sect master was much luckier—at least he had female relatives to care for the children.
Seeing a glimmer of tears in my eyes, the old woman hesitated before asking, "Sir... could it be that you and our master knew each other? Or..."
I came to my senses from the emotions stirred by the scene and asked, "Would it be convenient for you to tell me when your master will return? Or where he went? I truly have something urgent to discuss with him. I hope you can tell me."
The old woman nodded and thought it over, but ultimately said, "Please come back in a few days. Our master never tells us where he goes. If this had been a few years ago, we could have welcomed honored guests without worry, but as you can see, sir, it's really not convenient to entertain you or have you stay..."
I nodded and said, "That's all right. I'm just wondering, is your master still in this interface?"
The old woman was inevitably startled when she heard me mention the word "interface." After all, to them, this was the entire world. Still, she was not foolish; she quickly looked toward the stone residence behind her, seemingly seeking the approval of someone else who could make the decision.
At that moment, a middle-aged woman emerged from the cave. After nodding to signal the old woman to withdraw, she personally floated over and said, "My husband has always stayed within this interface. I don't know you, and I imagine my husband doesn't know you either. There's nothing here worth your concern. If