"Teacher Xuan, listen to me. I really didn't do it on purpose. The Dark Iron Blade wanted it."
"It wanted it, so you gave it to it?"
"It insisted, Teacher Xuan. It insisted. I really couldn't control it."
"It insisted, so you gave it to it?"
"It insisted."
"The prototype is gone. I no longer have the heart to distinguish right from wrong. Ye Luochen, from this day onward, when you're out and about, you are not to say you're my disciple. I never want to see you again."
"Nooo, Teacher Xuan!"
About two hours later, Xuan Ziwen gazed at the patched-together machine that had been rebuilt and let out a deep sigh.
Then he turned his head, looking resentfully at Ye Luochen, who stood cautiously nearby.
"Why? How did I end up with a disciple like you?"
At that moment, Xuan Ziwen had countless words he could not bring himself to say.
How could he truly bear to abandon this disciple?
Leaving aside the fact that Ye Luochen's talent for Soul Tools was enough to stir all of Mingde Hall, the wild and imaginative ideas in his head alone made Xuan Ziwen want to treat him as a kindred spirit, if not for the disparity in their skill and seniority.
If the two worked together wholeheartedly, bringing Soul Tools into every household would no longer be just a dream.
It was slowly becoming reality!
Yet Ye Luochen had this bizarre condition of devouring Soul Tools, and he only devoured the good ones.
Whatever Xuan Ziwen treasured most, Ye Luochen would devour.
No matter how carefully he guarded against it, he could not prevent it. The moment he let down his guard, it would strike without warning.
Including the machine just now, Ye Luochen had already devoured three treasures that