The moment Ling Tian set foot on Qingyun Peak, he heard two people laughing and chatting loudly. One was naturally Lingyun; the other was unmistakably the coarse voice of Monk Wude:
"I'm telling you, you stinking monk, how come you didn't get here until today?"
Lingyun's dissatisfied voice rang out.
Ling Tian was instantly puzzled. Monk Wude had come here a few days ago, so how had he only arrived now? But he didn't dwell on it. Perhaps the master had other things to take care of.
"Ling Qingchi, I could've come a long time ago. But I took in a disciple, didn't I? I spent decades raising him, and only let him go traveling once he was just barely good enough not to embarrass me. That's why I finally had time to come." Monk Wude spoke casually, but he couldn't hide his pride.
"You, of all people, wild and carefree as you are, actually took a disciple? That's rare. Aren't you the one who hates trouble most?" Lingyun asked, faintly puzzled.
"Alas, I've been traveling these past years, and the more I travel, the lonelier I get. Besides, you don't go out and about anymore, so I'm even lonelier. I'm not an infatuated fool like you, Old Monk, so naturally I found a disciple to entrust my feelings to." There was a trace of sadness in Monk Wude's voice. It was rare to see such a rough man show a sensitive side.
"Heh, come on, let's drink. No need to talk about sad things." Lingyun was a little sad, too, and hurriedly changed the subject.
"Come on, drink! Drink today, get drunk today. Who cares if the sky falls and the earth breaks tomorrow?" Monk Wude instantly shook off his gloom, his spirit soaring.
"Haha, well said! Let's drain