Gu Hui had rescued the little fellow. Since no one knew his name or origins, Gu Hui could only give him one himself.
As for his background, the child could seek it out himself once he grew up. If Gu Hui ever encountered Ye Erniang again, he could ask her about it.
Gu Yu took Gu Hui's surname directly, earning endless eye-rolls from Su Xinghe. Wasn't that practically an illegitimate son? He seriously suspected that the little fellow was his bargain-bin martial uncle's bastard child from somewhere outside.
If Gu Hui had known what Su Xinghe was thinking, he would have challenged him to a duel.
After returning to Thunder Drum Mountain, Gu Hui read medical texts, books on the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams, musical scores for qin and flute, and chess manuals. In any case, no one ever saw him read martial arts manuals, practice martial arts, or train with a sword.
In Su Xinghe's eyes, he was already finished—beyond saving.
Wuyazi was even more helpless. He already regretted accepting a disciple on behalf of his master. He wondered whether his master, if aware in the afterlife that Wuyazi had forcibly saddled him with another disciple, would curse him.
How could they know that, with Gu Hui's current cultivation, realm, and insights into the heart, he no longer needed to focus on repeated practice? Reflection and meditation were far more useful instead.
Besides, the divine souls from his several lifetimes had merged together. Their strength was not something these people's single-lifetime souls could compare with.
By now, Gu Hui's divine soul allowed him to memorize anything after a single glance.
Thunder Drum Mountain contained only so much. He had long since committed it all to memory, constantly rehearsing and even deducing it within his mind.
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