Zhang Yi was also extremely embarrassed.
How could he have known that his master, having ascended nearly a hundred years ago, would come back to stay for a few days...
When this large villa had been built, no one had considered housing so many people, so there were only two or three rooms.
Moreover, Zhang Yi had taken disciples of his own and needed to keep them by his side for instruction, so they had naturally moved in.
And now, his master had returned...
He had no way to explain it.
Should he say he would give it back to his master? Should he offer the place for his master to live in?
Nothing he said would sound right... It was all Third Brother's fault. If they were going to rest for a few days, then rest for a few days—why invite their master down early?
Zhang Yang did not think much of it. He had "ascended" anyway, and disciples were like sons. If Zhang Yi had it, then so be it!
"You've improved greatly lately, haven't you?" Zhang Yang asked.
"Master, after following your instructions and handling the sect's affairs, my state of mind has indeed grown increasingly tranquil." Zhang Yi sat obediently before his master and answered respectfully. "The sect's affairs contain many principles as well. They are no simpler than cultivating Martial Dao."
Zhang Yang nodded. "All things beneath Heaven and Earth are the Dao! It exists not only within the Laws of Heaven and Earth, nor only within magical treasures and the Great Dao. Once you reach a certain level, you will discover that your heart is the most important thing. And to cultivate the 'heart,' you must cast aside so-called face, status, strength, honor, and all the rest before you can see the truth. According