Hearing the crack of knuckles echo through the quiet surroundings, Cao Yuxiu instinctively stopped in his tracks. An honest, good-natured smile filled his face as he hurried to explain.
"Sect Leader, I didn't come here to ask you about young friend Luo's exact whereabouts!"
Several months had passed. However slow he might have been, he had come to understand what the Sect Master standing nearby was thinking.
There had never been any thorough, carefully laid plan. He had merely been putting on a brave front to preserve his dignity as Sect Master.
Thus, as for the Sect Leader's earlier boast that young friend Luo would definitely return to the Mountain-Shaking Immortal Sect's gates...
As time passed, Cao Yuxiu had stopped taking it so seriously.
After all, as the Mountain-Shaking Immortal Sect's Dao Seed, he was far too close to the Sect Master whom most disciples considered mysterious and unfathomable.
Given enough time, the cloak of mystery the man wore had lost its effect on him.
Consequently, he understood more clearly that the man was not the incarnation of heaven and earth most disciples of the Mountain-Shaking Immortal Sect imagined him to be. He was an utterly ordinary cultivator, only stronger.
"Then why aren't you properly contemplating the mountain instead of coming to bother me?"
Meng Tingchuan did not believe a word of Cao Yuxiu's explanation and snapped back irritably.
After all, Cao Yuxiu had used this sort of trick to approach him plenty of times before. Once he was at his side, however, the questions he asked invariably had something to do with that youth surnamed Luo.
At those words, Cao Yuxiu's face lacked the ease he usually showed when meeting the Sect Master. Instead, his expression became exceptionally grave.
The words that followed carried unmistakable worry.
"Sect Master, now