Yu Ci felt somewhat awkward. The two Immortal Masters had come for his sake, yet now they had fallen into an argument. He could not get a word in edgewise, nor was it appropriate for him to leave. The feeling was truly unbearable.
Especially when he saw the old Daoist's mood—he was clearly on the verge of being provoked into an outburst by Xie Liang. If things truly spiraled out of control here, what then?
Just as he was thinking this, Yu Zhou's gaze turned his way. Their eyes met, and inspiration struck Yu Ci. He gave him a bitter smile.
Heaven knew what Yu Ci was bitterly smiling about, but the emotion had been delivered loud and clear.
The old Daoist indeed still cared about him. Seeing this, he seemed to recall their original purpose, and his surging emotions abruptly faltered. Perhaps what he needed most right now was precisely such a buffer.
Yu Zhou still reined in his emotions, though he irritably waved a hand. "Things have come to this. I do not wish to argue with you over these matters. They have nothing to do with our purpose tonight. This disciple I recommended has a steadfast will, tremendous courage and decisiveness, and great skill in swordsmanship and Talisman Arts. He also has the fish-dragon to offer the sect. Every condition has already been met. I merely wish to add flowers to brocade for him—why must you put on such airs?"
"There is nothing wrong with the disciple you recommended, but there is a major problem with the way you educated him!"
Xie Liang had truly locked horns with Yu Zhou today. Beneath that rigid face was an unexpectedly relentless mind. Yu Ci inwardly cried out in distress. He was considering whether to think of another way to