Wang Weiguo had gotten it wrong. After he left, Wang Ye suddenly sat up in bed.
He quietly went to the door and checked. Once he was sure his father was gone, he opened the dorm room door and stepped outside.
Tsinghua University, library
Wang Ye called Wang Yue and Xia He over and told them about the news his father had brought. Then, puzzled, he asked, "Master, are you really a disciple of Wudang?"
Wang Yue hadn't expected such a coincidence. He suddenly realized that the master he'd invented for himself might have led him straight into a trap.
He'd originally made up a character just to give his Taiji some background. But there really was someone from Wudang Mountain who had gone missing, and now people might decide he was that person's disciple.
It was too late to change his story now. Reversing time over something this trivial would be more trouble than it was worth.
Besides, he really did plan to join the Wudang Sect and make use of the identity, so he gave a vague answer. "How would I know if it's true? The old man left after teaching me. I don't know whether he was from Wudang or not."
Then, to make the man he'd invented sound different from the legendary Wudang disciple, Wang Yue added on purpose, "The person who taught me was bald. He looked like a monk to me, so he probably wasn't from the Wudang Sect."
Wang Ye felt a little disappointed by Wang Yue's answer, but he still took out his phone and looked at Wang Yue. "In that case, Master, call the Sect Leader at Wudang Mountain and explain what happened. Let's see what they say."
Wang Yue knew this was unavoidable, so he took the phone with a