Great Bamboo Peak.
Time flew by.
In the blink of an eye, half a year had passed.
That evening.
Great Bamboo Peak's dining hall.
The food had already been laid out, steaming hot.
Tian Buyi sat at the head of the table, holding his rice bowl, but his expression was frighteningly grim.
"Bang!"
He slammed his chopsticks heavily onto the table.
Du Bishu, who had been about to pick up some food, was so startled that his hand trembled, and a piece of braised pork fell onto the table.
"Where's that damned Ninth?"
Tian Buyi's voice was simmering with anger.
"What time is it already?"
"He didn't even come back for dinner?"
"Does he think his master can't control him anymore?"
The disciples all lowered their heads and shoveled white rice into their bowls. Not one of them dared to make a sound.
At a time like this, courting his anger was simply asking to die.
"Buyi, don't be so anxious."
"You know what Xiao Fan is like. He's always been honest and dutiful."
"He wouldn't even dare step on an ant normally. Why would he skip class for no reason?"
"Perhaps he was chopping bamboo in the back mountains and lost track of time."
Su Ru sighed and gently tried to persuade him.
"Lost track of time?"
Tian Buyi let out a cold laugh, two streams of hot air bursting from his nostrils.
"Could chopping bamboo really take until nightfall?"
"I think he's become so obsessed with play that he's forgotten his duties!"
"He spends all day fooling around with that monkey and does nothing useful!"
Although Tian Buyi's curses sounded fierce,
his tiny eyes concealed an unmistakable worry.
Although Zhang Xiaofan was dull-witted,
he was obedient and hardworking.
He had never stayed out all night like this before.