Tie Zhen

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"I'm not okay!" Chen Zui swore to himself that he would never watch another sunrise again.

Wen Xu "looked" toward his two friends with some concern, his voice carrying obvious guilt. "Are you two alright? How about I..."

"No need! It's not like you forced us."

"...No need."

Really? Wen Xu always felt that his two friends were about to fall apart. But it was actually alright, wasn't it? This work was merely excessively tedious. Once sorted into categories, it was just basic writing.

Gu Wufang, who had only intended to shift some of the workload away, was delighted—utterly delighted. What a pity, though. Springless Peak could never produce a sect master's successor. Otherwise... what an excellent seedling he would have been.

What a terrible pity, simply a terrible pity. If he had known, why had he gone to all that needless trouble back then? Wouldn't it have been better for him to take the boy in himself? With Wen Xu's talent and comprehension, why would he need to wait several hundred years before stepping down as sect master?

What a miscalculation. Sect Master Gu's mood abruptly darkened.

"...What's wrong with the Sect Master again?" Chunchou quietly asked.

Wen Xu fell silent for a moment. "Normal. Don't try to guess the Sect Master's moods."

That was true. Every day, the Sect Master would suddenly sink into a low mood for a while. That was probably the hardship of being sect master. Chunchou spoke sympathetically, "Being emperor probably isn't much different. It's so busy." Not even a dog would take that job.

"Chunchou, do you think being emperor is bad?"

"It's not that it's bad. It's just that... my household doesn't have a throne for me to inherit, alas."