Wang Xian slowly drew back his hand, as if catching a raindrop falling from the sky, a single tear.
He didn't answer Li Dalu's last question. In his view, no matter what he thought, his senior brother would marry Wang Furong. He didn't need anyone's consent.
At that, he fell into thought.
He had originally wanted to take the master and disciple to more places, to see more people, more things, the heavens and the earth.
But not today. He still had important business to attend to.
So he smiled and said, "If you have nothing else to do, Senior Brother, you can head back."
With a long sigh, Li Dalu seemed to travel back through the river of time to that moment years ago, watching his junior brother discuss certain principles with the teacher.
The way of sages who did not save others, and the way of a merciless heaven and earth.
Thankfully, the teacher hadn't intervened back then. Otherwise, he might truly have been confined to the Academy, unable to see any higher or farther vistas.
Thankfully, Wang Xian had returned to the Academy that year.
Thankfully, the little loach hadn't yet become a divine dragon, and his junior brother had happened to have a dragon pearl.
Just as he had happened to be beside Misty Rain Lake when he slew the flood dragon, and Liu Xian'er had asked him for that dragon pearl.
No, he should say his junior brother had been more generous back then.
After all, Wang Xian had only been half a student of the teacher then. He wasn't yet a disciple of the Academy—not even a servant.
Truly, he had met the right person at the right time.
Everything had been the best possible choice.
The little girl couldn't help asking, "Wang Xian,