Li Su, who had been about to light incense, could not help but start in surprise. Looking up, he saw that the person in what should have been merely a portrait seemed to have come alive.
Su Xue was likewise stunned for a moment. She turned back toward the old man in the portrait, her face full of astonishment, and blurted out, "You old bastard, shouldn't you be in seclusion nursing your wounds right now?"
Hearing what his own disciple called him, the old man in the portrait could not help but darken his face. The Azure Luan Sect had always been steady and proper in its cultivation of disciples: male cultivators were refined and courteous, female cultivators quiet and graceful. How had they produced such a flighty one?
Did he not want to enter seclusion and nurse his wounds?
Of course he did. In fact, he had done exactly that.
Not long after his divine consciousness had returned to the Azure Luan Sect from Inverted Mountain in the heart of Li Province, the sect's two last remaining immortals came knocking. They pounded on the door to his resting chamber with loud bangs, wailing as they knocked.
"Master, please rein in Junior Sister! Wasn't she merely sent out to carry out a mission? If she doesn't like it, she can just come back. But the status of a true disciple cannot be handed out carelessly!"
These two were no ordinary people.
One was the current Sect Master of the Azure Luan Sect, and the other was its current Grand Elder.
After hearing their wailing, the Azure Luan Patriarch was utterly dumbfounded. He nearly spat out blood on the spot; even the wound he had forcibly suppressed almost split open again, shortening his lifespan by several months.
He hurriedly told them