Years had passed in the blink of an eye since master and disciple parted outside Lucheng.
There was no embrace like Dongfang Nishang had imagined, nor tears streaming down their faces. The Old Daoist simply looked at his disciple, seated at the table copying scriptures, and burst out laughing.
Pointing to the woman beside him, he started grumbling. "If you hadn't come back soon, Master was going to visit the Sword Sect."
"Why go to the Sword Sect?"
Wang Xian was baffled. He took out several Storage Rings and placed them in front of the Old Daoist. "Could it be that you've run out of Spirit Stones again, Master, and need to borrow money from your junior sister?"
"Pah!"
Dongfang Nishang laughed in exasperation. As she spoke, she pulled out a bamboo arrow and waved it in her hand.
"Peace brings blessings, huh? So this is something to be proud of now? You've gone and turned the Sword Sect's Twelve Towers into a pile of rubble again?"
"Made some money, and now you think you're so great? Let me see..."
Before she could reach for them, Wang Xian swiftly swept the Storage Rings off the table and slipped them into the Old Daoist's robes.
He smiled faintly. "Master, no matter what, Junior Aunt is still an outsider. These are my gift to you, so don't give her any."
Then he smiled at Dongfang Nishang. "How did you know this bamboo arrow was mine? Which Daoist in the world doesn't know how to make a Peace Talisman?"
"And if the Kunlun Sword Sect hadn't provoked me, would I have gone looking for trouble with them for no reason?"
"Forget everything else. I still haven't settled accounts with them over the battle at Broken Dragon Mountain."
"Don't worry. Now that I'm back,