'Martial Uncle Wan Jiangyu...'
Li Changshou naturally knew that this was the pain his master, Daoist Master Qi Yuan, had never been able to erase from his heart.
He had now deceived his master with lies and minimized the harm done to him as much as possible, but his master had no spirit every day, spending his days steeped in despondency...
He had truly begun treating long sleeps as cultivation!
It seemed that Qi Yuan now had no pursuit left in life beyond helping Li Changshou and Ling'e secure Immortal Positions in the Heavenly Court and laying the groundwork in advance, as Li Changshou had instructed.
Though it was somewhat disrespectful to describe his master with the words "salted fish."
The term was indeed vivid and fitting here.
And Li Changshou had been waiting, waiting for his grandmaster to find Martial Uncle's reincarnated body. By then, for his master... turning his life around might be difficult, but perhaps he could still give a few jumps.
Beside the clouds.
Ling'e asked softly, "Senior Brother, what's wrong?"
"I was thinking about Master," Li Changshou said quietly. Ling'e's face also showed a trace of worry.
Though the two martial siblings were one excessively cautious and the other slightly less so, with localized longevity, both held sincere gratitude toward their master.
That tangled love and hatred of Old Daoist Qi Yuan's...
A grievance born a thousand years ago, its tale heard only through reincarnation.
Although the chief culprit behind his master's ruined Dao foundation had already been scattered to the winds by Li Changshou's own hand—and before scattering him, Li Changshou had even let him briefly experience what it felt like to face a lightning tribulation with a ruined Dao foundation—
The evil he had committed could never truly be fully redressed.
Before the