Lost and Scattered

Amid the drifting clouds, a certain Ye floated along in an immortal aura, grumbling.

"Why'd you stick your nose into it? If I'd kicked him hard enough to cause a problem, wouldn't this Pavilion Master have taken a loss?"

"Heh-heh, I'm not stupid. I was careful," the strange-looking beast chuckled. "That felt great!"

"Yeah..."

A certain True Person surnamed Ye let out a long breath, looking thoroughly refreshed. "Understanding the myriad affairs of the world is all part of cultivation; a mind at ease is the best nourishment!"

The beast swished its tail. "You borrowed Lingxiao's influence. But you also severed part of his karma. Won't that hinder his road ahead?"

"Heh." The certain True Person surnamed Ye flicked a finger. A beam of light pierced the sky, scattering the drifting clouds. "Some burdens are mountains to him, but to me, they're specks of dust!"

The wind and rain battered the plantain leaves. Why had everything here been left in such disarray?

The violent assailant had gone.

Jiang Wang took a long while to settle the chaotic Dao Essence within him.

After being beaten by that old monk Kujue twice in a row, his teeth practically ached with resentment.

The first time he'd been beaten, he'd figured he could let the old monk vent his frustration over failing to take him as a disciple. That was fine. But this grudge was lasting far too long. Why had the old monk beaten him again and again? Had he gotten hooked on it?

If he kept getting beaten every few days, how could Jiang Wang face anyone? How could he hold his head high in front of his younger sister?

But if he was honest, he couldn't bring himself to take revenge on Kujue. After all, Kujue had truly saved