Seeing Ruan Su Xian's despondent expression, Xu Qianzhui softly said a few words.
Ruan Su Xian did not answer. Instead, he took great gulps of fine wine.
Only after more than half a jar of fine wine had been drained did Ruan Su Xian finally speak. "Qian Zhu, do you still remember the Imperial Preceptor Decree from back then?"
"I do. How could I not?"
"That trial left us with memories we would never forget for the rest of our lives."
"It was also from that time onward that we truly began to grow."
"Yes!"
Ruan Su Xian nodded in agreement, then took another swig of fine wine.
"I still remember clearly how we were trapped inside the Buddha Pagoda back then. Before us stood Heretical Buddha Cong Xin, while behind us were the prodigies of the Forbidden Ground."
"At that time, we were practically hanging by a thread."
"But what chilled our hearts even more were those senior members of our sects outside. For the game on the chessboard, they actually gave up their chance to save us."
"We were utterly treated as discarded pawns!"
As he spoke, a trace of sorrow flashed through Ruan Su Xian's eyes. Xu Qianzhui said calmly, "After all these years, you still haven't moved on?"
"How could that be? I got over what happened long ago."
"I had already moved on when sir guided me. Otherwise, how could I have achieved what I have today?"
"But the one thing I could never figure out was why my master treated me like that."
"I can understand my sect treating me as a discarded pawn, but my master should not have done so."
"He had always treated me like his own son. Of that, I am certain."
Faced with Ruan Su Xian's muttering, Xu Qianzhui