Bai Qingcheng fell silent and gave no answer.
Seeing her like this, True Person Rong gradually understood. She could only sigh inwardly:
"So it really is..."
No wonder...
No wonder that boy Mo Hua seemed utterly ordinary, with nothing to recommend him but his looks, yet was somehow a monster himself...
How could that man's disciple be ordinary?
But then True Person Rong frowned.
"Zhuang Dao... Your Senior Martial Brother swore years ago that he would never take another disciple. His line was supposed to end with him, without a successor..."
Bai Qingcheng sighed softly. "The world is ever-changing... Who could have foreseen this?"
True Person Rong asked, "Then Mo Hua... is he a personal disciple?"
Bai Qingcheng's expression did not change, but her heart jolted. She shook her head. "How could he be? Taking a disciple was already an exception. How could he be a personal disciple?"
"Mo Hua..." Bai Qingcheng paused. "He's only an ordinary disciple in name, someone my Senior Martial Brother happened to take in during his final days. I suppose he was moved by compassion and made a spur-of-the-moment decision..."
True Person Rong's gaze sharpened. She could not tell whether that was true.
On reflection, though, if Mo Hua really were Mr. Zhuang's personal disciple, he certainly would not be living as he was now.
Either he would have accomplished something that shocked the world.
Or someone would have hidden him away, leaving him to live in constant fear, unable to show his face.
Or he would have died long ago in a whirlpool of karma, leaving no bones behind.
Often, a so-called opportunity could also invite a calamity that overturned one's fate...
Mr. Zhuang's karma was not something one could touch lightly.
True Person Rong sighed softly. Then, as if something had occurred to