Why did Daoist Master want to take my son as a disciple?
Yin Shi's voice tightened, her fingertips unconsciously twisting the handkerchief in her hands.
For three years, this child had been unlike ordinary people, stirring up endless rumors throughout Chentang Pass. Even Li Jing had gradually grown cold toward this son. Now that a Daoist had suddenly appeared and wanted to take him as a disciple, how could she not be anxious?
Nezha shrank back behind his mother, yet he still clutched Yin Shi's hem. His sparkling eyes stared fixedly at the Wine Gourd swaying at Taiyi's waist, without the slightest trace of fear.
Seeing Yin Shi's concern, Taiyi simply sat down openly on the steps.
This child's root bone was exceptional, something seen once in a century.
Leaving him among mortals would be a waste of his talent.
After saying that, Taiyi paused, then added another sentence.
It would wrong him, too.
If Junior Brother Ling Zhuzi stayed in Chentang Pass any longer, he would be worn to death inch by inch by his own father's suspicion and the rumors filling the city.
By now, the brilliance and Spiritual Light Ling Zhuzi had once possessed had nearly been ground out of this junior brother's eyes.
Yin Shi did not understand the meaning of those last three words, but Nezha did.
When that old Daoist said them, there was a kind of... heartache in his voice.
Since he had been born, only Yin Shi had ever felt sorry for him.
Not even Li Jing had.
Nezha clenched his little fists, his nails digging deep into his palms. He pursed his lips and said nothing, only raising his eyes toward the plump Daoist. His black, shining eyes brightened, but when he remembered that Li Jing no longer allowed him to