"That's not right!" Chi Jiuyu suddenly sensed something amiss. "Isn't your father Hong Sovereign? Doesn't he care?"
A dignified Founder Ancestor of an immortal sect—was he really going to ignore his own sons?
And if she remembered correctly, the legendary Senior Hong Sovereign was an expert in that particular regard. He had so, so many Dao companions!
So how had that one who got beaten into Brother Dog turned out like this?
"Other than giving us an allowance and living expenses at regular intervals, as well as occasionally sending us gifts, Father rarely interferes with our choices."
Zhao Ruohan looked at the bustling crowd ahead.
"He said that no matter what choices we made, good or bad, everything we experienced now would become precious memories in the future. He didn't want to snuff out that possibility."
Emm...
Would getting swindled by such a low-level scam as a 'tea-selling girl' also become a precious memory?
Chi Jiuyu put herself in those shoes. If it were her...
Fuck, what kind of dark history was that?!
She, Ancestor Jiuyu, was wise and mighty, possessed supreme wisdom—how could such a crude, childish scam possibly fool her?!
Fine, she still couldn't understand what Founder Ancestors were thinking.
Just like how, aside from becoming the Sword Sect's Sect Master, one of Ancestor Jiuyu's greatest dreams was to cultivate diligently and strive to one day delete all the dark history about herself that her master had stored away!
"Xiao Zhao, you think so too?"
"...Not really."
Dark history was dark history!
Chi Jiuyu nodded in agreement.
Exactly!
It was best if no one knew about that kind of dark history!
The two chatted as they walked, occasionally stopping to look whenever they came across some novel little trinket.
Still, one of them had been first place in