Guan Fangyi, eavesdropping by the door outside, kept shaking her head at the conversation within. She sighed to herself as well. Daoist Master was indeed Daoist Master. What did it mean to turn the clouds and stir the rain? This was turning the clouds and stirring the rain—no one in the entire Thatched Cottage Manor could match him!
Inside, Kun Linshu was stunned when he heard this chain of cause and effect. At last, a look of sudden understanding appeared on his face. He no longer seemed so grief-stricken, as though he had understood something.
Yet he still hesitated somewhat. "Even so, Master's days in the Skyfire Cult won't be easy from now on."
Niu Youdao said, "After something like this, you still expect things to go well? As long as no one comes to harm, that is better than anything. First, protect yourself, and your Junior Sister as well. As long as you are alive, anything is possible. Your Master may have to endure for a while, but rest assured, I will not stand by and do nothing. I'll find an opportunity to get your Master out."
Kun Linshu raised his eyes to him. "You would be kind enough to help us?" He clearly doubted Niu's goodwill.
Niu Youdao said, "You need to understand one thing. I'm not helping you—I'm helping myself. You should know how I became an Elder of Purple Gold Cave. They traded you and the Skyfire Cult for benefits, and that does me no good at all. If I can't even protect my own people... I would lose face here as well. I won't let them do as they please."
Perhaps mocking himself, Kun Linshu gave a soft chuckle. "It seems that no matter what sect it is, there is no avoiding all this internal