Zhang Yi's gloom vanished, and his mood brightened. Tilting his head back, he asked, "Master, what about them?"
Though he did not say it outright, he had been born an unnatural aberration and was exceptionally clever.
Naturally, he was asking about his birth parents.
Zhang Yang beckoned. Zhang Yi jumped down from the rockery and stood beside his master.
Zhang Yang rubbed Zhang Yi's head, signaling for him to follow as they strolled through the academy.
"They are your concern, not mine," Zhang Yang said as they walked. "I only gave them three years. After three years, they will return to the Immortal Realm.
And in three years, you will be ten. You will have finished your elementary education and enjoyed the happy days of childhood. Then it will be time for you to cultivate properly with me.
So, no matter how you view them, you only have three years."
Zhang Yi nodded slightly without speaking.
Zhang Yang turned to look at his disciple and asked, "Do you think you look strange?"
"This... of course I do." Zhang Yi scratched one of his heads with one of his hands. "But..."
Was that why they had thrown him away—because he was strange?
If he had not met his master, would he not have died somewhere without anyone knowing?
That was the source of his resentment toward his birth parents.
Zhang Yang chuckled. "At the end of the day, we are all human. Since we are human, we have the seven emotions and six desires.
When faced with the unknown, fear is perfectly normal.
Normal people are born with one head... yet you had two heads, six ears, four hands, and a tail... To be honest, even I jumped when I first saw you!
So when they gave birth to you, they