Wu Chu silently stared at Red Cloud. Red Cloud, confused by his gaze, touched his own face. "What is it? There's nothing on my face!"
"Why are you suddenly concerned about those two brothers, old brother?" Wu Chu asked.
Red Cloud said with a smile, "What's strange about that? They are Daoist friends we know. Since they have yet to arrive, it is only natural to be concerned."
Wu Chu shook his head. "Don't worry! They will come. Something may have happened along the way and delayed them—for instance, they might have accidentally run into a Chaos Behemoth."
"I hope they will be all right!" Red Cloud sighed softly.
"..."
At a loss for words, Wu Chu badly wanted to tell him that there were several seats in Purple Cloud Palace, and that they would have to contend for them. But then he recalled that he himself had never entered Purple Cloud Palace. He had previously tried the palace gates, but could not push them open at all. The Patriarch clearly did not want him to know the arrangement within.
So he could not just spout nonsense. What if things turned out differently from what he said?
Besides, given Red Cloud's nature, even if Wu Chu reminded him when the time came, he might not listen. He might even think that it was merely a meditation cushion, so giving it away would be no big deal.
Red Cloud was simply that open-minded and generous. Telling him to be more selfish would be utterly useless.
Thus, Wu Chu could only put an arm around his shoulders and head back to his own dojo with him. At the same time, he secretly sent him a voice transmission. "Old brother, do you trust me?"
Red Cloud smiled at that. "Why bring this up