Pu Lu used the token talisman to open the formation gate and returned all the way to his quarters. Though there were parts of Bei Ci Weng's words that were unclear, he could generally understand their meaning.
If he could not fully fulfill his teacher's expectations, then perhaps his teacher would have one of those people replace him.
But on second thought, his teacher did not seem to like those people. Still, even if he did not use them, he might have someone else take his place.
At this, fear rose in his heart. What he feared was not being stripped of his right to inherit the legacy, but failing his teacher's expectations and betraying the Dao affinity he had obtained with such difficulty. If he truly was inferior to another, then there was nothing to be said. He would willingly step aside and hand over the responsibility here to someone more suitable.
But if he lost his qualification to receive the Dao legacy because of his own stupidity and lack of diligence, then even he himself would never forgive himself.
And keeping those people here was both a spur and a trial.
As he was thinking, he suddenly sensed something. Looking up, he saw a little figure sitting atop a vine leaf. He said, "He Xiu? Where did you run off to?"
He did not believe Bei Ci Weng's words at all. Without his master's permission, how could He Xiu have led him wandering through the formation? And how could he have guided him in what cultivation method to practice?
He Xiu smiled and glanced at the token talisman in his hand. "Bei Ci Weng excels at sowing discord, so I wanted to see whether Young Sir would be led astray by him. Besides, Young Sir now has the