Carrying the Dragon, Leaving the Hut, Following Rules and Admonishments; Entering the Cave, Releasing the Profound, Tracing the Investiture of the Gods

Zhao Cheng had never expected that after stealing someone else's inheritance, they would still thank him.

For a moment, it left him completely at a loss.

Not just him—the entire Sword Hut had been utterly dumbstruck.

No one knew why their patriarch would treat that little thief this way.

Even Xie Qingmian's face had flushed red with anger, his fists clenched tight.

Yet he did not dare utter a word of objection.

Zhao Cheng was puzzled as well. After thinking it over, he still asked, "May I ask, Senior, why are Sword Hut disciples forbidden from descending the mountain to take part in courtly struggles?"

The old man gave Zhao Cheng a somewhat surprised look. "You should know this matter better than I do."

Huh?

I know it better than you?

It's not like I'm the Sword Hut's founding patriarch.

Confusion showed in Zhao Cheng's eyes.

The old man was puzzled at the sight. He inspected Zhao Cheng again, then muttered, "It seems the time has not fully come yet."

He looked at Zhao Cheng once more. "Your innate wisdom has likely not fully awakened. No matter—when the time comes, you will naturally know."

"Before then, I cannot divulge the secrets of Heaven."

Zhao Cheng felt as though he were lost in clouds and mist.

How strange. This old man was a riddle-spouting fossil too!

Zhao Cheng had the feeling that the other party had misunderstood something, but since the misunderstanding benefited him, there was no need to dig to the root and expose the truth.

What if he uncovered some truth, and the old fossil changed his mind and killed him? That would be asking for trouble.

Now that he had obtained the Sword Hut's inheritance and Jianlongzi had been captured and brought back, Zhao Cheng bid the old