To let Xiang Yuan get his wish, Master Bai Yue willingly played the hardliner. Seeing Purple Void True Person take the bait, she brought up the matter of accepting a disciple on her master's behalf again.
In a word: forget it, ox-nosed Daoist. The young hero already belonged to this poor nun!
Purple Void True Person understood the logic, but such excellent martial talent would be wasted if it did not go to Wudang Mountain.
It would have been one thing if he did not know, but now that he did, he had to fight for it.
"Worthy disciple..."
"True Person, this is this poor nun's junior brother!"
This nun sure had a lot of nonsense to say. Just watch this poor daoist's methods—one little trick, and he could lure him right up Wudang Mountain.
Purple Void True Person was brimming with confidence in his sect's inheritance. When it came to martial arts under heaven, who did not know Wudang and Shaolin? Mount Emei had a few decent inheritances too, but then what? What did it have compared to Wudang?
More female disciples than Wudang?
What fucking use was that? A flock of warblers and swallows chirping away without end—wouldn't that interfere with martial training?
Purple Void True Person believed that as long as he reasoned with Xiang Yuan and moved him with emotion, displaying a few of his skills so he could see the gap in foundations between Mount Emei and Wudang, Xiang Yuan would naturally make the wise choice.
"Worthy disciple, the master is making forced arguments. It would not be convenient for your master to argue with her and disturb Shaolin Temple's peace for nothing. Let us pretend not to know each other for now. I shall call you little friend; I hope you will not blame