Nanyue City, within the quiet Bamboo Chamber.
Mr. Zhuang opened his eyes, his face a shade paler, and said with some helplessness, "When a disciple is too clever, that is troublesome too..."
"Once he is clever, he thinks too much. If one is not careful, he thinks of things he should not be thinking of..."
Old Kui, who was holding a piece of wood and carving a Little Tiger puppet for Mo Hua, paused slightly at those words and furrowed his brow.
"He was calculated again?"
Mr. Zhuang shook his head. "Almost." He sighed faintly. "Luckily, that child was quick-witted..."
He knew to use the Dao Rhyme of the earth to conceal his own aura. Otherwise, if that person had truly seen his face, it would have taken much more trouble.
Old Kui pondered for a moment, then said quietly, "That child Mo Hua has not come back in a long time..."
Mr. Zhuang's face was faintly pale, but at those words his brows lifted slightly, and he smiled faintly.
"What, do you miss him?"
Old Kui ignored him and silently kept carving the Little Tiger in his hands.
Previously, Mo Hua had come to him and said he might need many, many Little Tigers, asking him to help carve some.
Now he had carved quite a few Little Tigers, yet Mo Hua no longer came home.
A moment later, Old Kui sighed and said helplessly, "I've finished cracking all the pine nuts. There's no one to fry them for me."
Mr. Zhuang suggested, "Why not have Zi Sheng fry them for you? He is my disciple, so he can also be considered your junior. For this sort of thing, it is only proper that he render service."
Old Kui was somewhat disdainful. "Bai Family disciples can only handle blades,