"Yes, Senior Brother."
Luo Faqing flushed and dared not say anything more.
There were quite a few factions within the Shang Mountain Dharma Lineage.
His master had also been an odd one back then.
He had devoted himself to exorcising demons and defending the Dao. While suppressing monsters and evil spirits, he had died with his Dao destroyed. To make matters worse, he had received no thanks for it—he had been cursed by the local people and mocked and ostracized by his fellow disciples.
Later, it was Senior Brother Yue Fachong who had turned things around step by step.
First, he had ensured that the brothers no longer had to worry about food and clothing. Then, not only had he come to the prince's estate to become an Attendant, he had also allowed the disciples of their lineage to hold their heads high.
Luo Faqing respected him like an elder brother. How could he dare say more?
For a moment, the atmosphere in the room grew oppressive.
Seeing him like that, Yue Fachong's expression softened slightly. He said in a deep voice, "Among the junior brothers, only your aptitude is the best. Don't stray from the path because of a woman's softheartedness."
"Mm."
Luo Faqing nodded silently.
Yue Fachong smiled faintly. "Once you've seen more of the world, you'll understand. Don't bring this up again. I heard you've recently asked Zen Master Zhikong to endorse a batch of sariras for sale?"
Luo Faqing looked awkward. "They were spoils from last time. Those fellows were decent enough and gave me, their junior brother, a share. I thought I might be able to sell them for a little more money..."
"What are you afraid of? I never said it was wrong."
Yue Fachong smiled. "Knowing how to follow the tide and seek