A few days later, Dazhu Peak was thrown into complete chaos. For no other reason than Tian's nine-year-old genius disciple had left a note and run away from home at such a young age.
Tian Buyi was so furious his face turned green. He immediately went down the mountain to chase after that troublesome disciple, and to protect that little bastard while he was at it.
He had finally managed to take in a disciple he was satisfied with. If anything happened to him, there would be nowhere for him to cry.
Though that was what he thought, his face remained livid. It was easy to imagine that if that nine-year-old bastard was brought back, he would not escape a vicious beating.
As for Wu Xuantian, to avoid being dragged back and beaten, he did not stop in Heyang City at all.
Once he had put Heyang City far behind him, Wu Xuantian continued on his journey, but even he eventually grew tired.
Entering an inn, the waiter led Wu Xuantian to an empty table and asked, "What would you like to eat, sir?"
"I'll have some of your signature dishes." As he answered calmly, Wu Xuantian casually surveyed his surroundings.
"Right away." Hearing Wu Xuantian's words, the waiter seemed to have grease under his feet and darted downstairs in an instant.
"Young brother, I see dark clouds above your head, darkness upon your brow, and the pallor of death on your face. Great misfortune is upon you."
Just as Wu Xuantian was leisurely waiting for the waiter to bring the dishes, a somewhat aged voice came from the stairway.
Looking over, he saw an old man with white hair and beard, an ordinary-looking face, yet several traces of immortal bearing and the air of a transcendent master. One could