Ye Jianxin looked resentfully at the bastard Pavilion Master in front of him,
"Can I stop secluding myself this time?"
Though it was phrased as a question, Xiao Han had a feeling that if he said yes, Ye Jianxin would probably draw his sword and try to kill him on the spot.
"Don't worry. I won't be going into seclusion again anytime soon." Xiao Han wore an ingratiating smile.
"Excellent!"
Ye Jianxin revealed a satisfied smile.
Thus, three days later, after leaving Xiao Han a message, Ye Jianxin immediately entered seclusion, leaving Xiao Han behind to smile bitterly in silence.
But that was a story for later. At present, Ye Jianxin was reporting to Xiao Han about Langya Pavilion's internal affairs over the past six years.
Xiao Han listened carefully. Overall, Langya Pavilion's development had been fairly steady. It had not lost control of its pace because of its sudden surge in strength, and no faction had dared to obstruct its development.
When he reached the end, Ye Jianxin seemed somewhat amused, leaving Xiao Han baffled.
"What's wrong with you?"
"I'm saying, did you forget about your little disciple? You tossed him a few things back then and then ignored him for six whole years."
Ye Jianxin said with a hint of melancholy, "Such a good child was practically raised by Yi Huang. What kind of luck do you have, to meet two such wonderful people in this lifetime?"
Hearing the first part, Xiao Han felt somewhat guilty. It was true that he had been a rather negligent teacher.
Afterward, he was filled with emotion. He really was very lucky! He lacked nothing—wife, disciple, brothers, career. He was indeed quite content with this life.
"I understand." Xiao Han smiled. "Is there anything else?"
"No. But the Heavenly Sound Old Man