"You really did think of it long ago!" Daoist Cangsong saw Zhang Xiaofan's expression, and the smile on his face grew even wider.
"You truly are remarkable! We all misjudged you! You're even more than a cut above that disciple of mine, Jingyu!" Daoist Cangsong looked Zhang Xiaofan over with eyes full of wonder and envy.
"Jingyu's cultivation is far lower than yours! And the two of you clearly entered the sect on the same day! When it comes to teaching disciples, Fatty Tian can't compare to me! But the result is..." Cangsong shook his head helplessly and gave two bitter laughs.
"Besides telling you the answer you wanted to know from me, I came because I wanted to get an answer from you as well!" Daoist Cangsong looked at Zhang Xiaofan, who had already recovered himself very quickly, a sharp gleam flashing in his eyes.
Cangsong had not expected Zhang Xiaofan to compose himself in such a short time and recover from such a heavy blow. In that case, it would not be easy to get an answer to his question.
Zhang Xiaofan looked at Daoist Cangsong for a long while, then said calmly, "He really is in the Ancestral Hall on Back Mountain."
"You..." Cangsong's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief. He had not expected Zhang Xiaofan to actually know what question he wanted to ask.
"He's doing very well! When the Demon Sect attacked the mountain, he even joked around with us juniors. Jingyu was there too." Zhang Xiaofan looked at Cangsong, feeling that the two of them truly were very alike in some ways.
"Good! Good!... Good!" Cangsong said "good" several times in a row. By the end, his voice was actually a little choked.
"I don't regret what I did this time!" After learning