"Sometimes I'd sneak out to play in the back hills, but when Master found out, I'd get a sound beating." As he spoke, Xiao Yun couldn't help chuckling and scratching his head to ease the awkwardness.
"Then, have you ever seen your parents?" Tang Sanzang couldn't help asking.
"Mm. I never saw them again after that. I guess they starved to death in the famine. A lot of people died that year." Xiao Yun spoke calmly.
But perhaps only he knew how much he missed his parents.
Meanwhile, in the back courtyard, an old man and a young man had already shared several rounds of drinks.
After Yao Yun let out a hearty burp, he turned to Great Immortal Zhenyuan and spoke solemnly.
"Speaking of Xiao Yun, you need to keep an eye on that child. Don't let the people around him influence his Dao Heart. At his age, that's what he needs to be most careful about."
"Hmm? What do you mean by that?" Great Immortal Zhenyuan asked, deeply puzzled by the implication in Yao Yun's words.
"Burp."
"Do you really think we're the ones who did this to your Ginseng Fruit Tree?"
Those words struck Great Immortal Zhenyuan like a bolt from the blue.
He had already made up his mind to swallow his pride for Yao Yun's sake, let the matter go, and release Tang Sanzang and his disciples.
But now that Yao Yun had said this, could someone else be behind it?
"Heh, you've lived all these years for nothing. Let me ask you: do you really think it's that easy to pick Ginseng Fruit?"
Yao Yun smiled and took another sip of strong liquor.
"Right. Picking Ginseng Fruit requires a Golden Scepter. As I recall, the one who sent you a message asking where to