"I had no idea! Senior Brother, you couldn't possibly have something strange on you, could you? Could it be that you were the emperor here in your previous life?!" My imagination ran wild.
"Shoo, shoo! If I could become emperor, would I be in this state now?!" Senior Brother Hai smacked the back of my neck, then put on a mysterious air. "Since ancient times, the arts cultivators learn have all been derived from a handful of books. As long as you study them thoroughly and combine them with deductions based on yin-yang and the Eight Trigrams, finding the entrance isn't difficult. I suspect the master of this place was probably a learned scholar. Otherwise, how could he have made things so complicated?"
"That's true... I thought Master had secretly given you extra lessons again!" I laughed. Senior Brother's methods were indeed sharp—he had actually deduced the next entrance to the entire underground world.
"Master... Enough, Junior Brother. Please stop talking and follow me," Senior Brother said unhappily before walking farther inside on his own.
Senior Brother lived freely, doing whatever came to mind, while Master had been provoked by Grandma. These days, he dragged Senior Brother into dreams to cultivate every day. No wonder Senior Brother was unhappy.
"Senior Brother, how did you escape from the Hundred Corpses Carrying the Dragon just now?" I remembered the danger from earlier and immediately asked.
"Of course I did. What did you think? If I couldn't even avoid those little things, I should've retired long ago." Senior Brother Hai chuckled, but his face soon turned deathly pale. "Wait, that's not right, Junior Brother. I really calculated that disaster outweighed fortune just now. It was either you or me. If something happens to you this time, Senior Brother will block them for you