Just an Ordinary Person

Night gradually deepened.

Before the bamboo hut, beside the giant beast.

Firelight danced beneath the moon. Flames licked at chunks of meat, fat sizzling as it dripped down.

Without any seasoning at all, an enticing fragrance made mouths water.

If not for Wu Shi's mana field keeping the scent from spreading farther, the savage beasts nearby would likely have been drawn over.

"Huff... huff..."

Xu Xing panted heavily, his eyes bloodshot and his back soaked with sweat.

Using his sword to prop himself up, he inched bit by bit toward the bonfire.

Since beginning his path of cultivation, this was the first time he had completed the assignment Wu Shi had given him.

In a corner unnoticed by the other three, Chi Jiuyu's expression was somewhat complicated.

It had stopped.

This time, she had only jumped ahead a few days. It had not leaped forward several years at once like at the previous point in time.

Martial Uncle...

How should she put this?

At this time, Martial Uncle was utterly unlike the powerful, invincible True Immortal of the Sword Sect she remembered.

He would shrink back before hardship, slack off because things were difficult, and even feel fear.

Fear...

Should such an emotion exist in the all-powerful Martial Uncle?

If she had not seen it with her own eyes, she would never have believed it!

No matter how she looked at him, the current Martial Uncle was merely an ordinary person. At most, having survived a calamity had made him a little more diligent than most.

And then there was Master...

Though she deliberately acted cold and aloof, at heart she was still a little girl curious about everything, and her temper was nowhere near as fiery as it would be in the future.

Lastly, there was Ancestor.

Master had