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Master must have drunk spirit wine last night—perhaps even strong liquor—so that was why he was... why he was like this today... For a moment, Wen Xu could not even find his own voice.

He only felt that his master's embrace was unexpectedly warm, utterly different from the ice and snow of Springless Peak.

Wen Xu had always disliked physical contact with others. It was not because of any obsession with cleanliness; he simply did not like it. He hated forming unnecessary entanglements with other beings in this world.

But... at this moment, he only felt awkward, not repulsed.

"Stop crying. It pains your master to see it."

Did tears falling count as crying? Of course not. Tears were the floodgates through which people vented their emotions. When they brimmed over, they spilled out; the tears that overflowed were like a surging flood, and the act of releasing them was itself an act of catharsis.

Yet his strong little disciple, because he was too strong, had built his dam too well, and could block back the entire flood.

He was so upset and sorrowful—how could he still act as though nothing had happened? To hell with the Emotionless Dao. Even if Cheng Wei's disciple was perfectly suited to cultivating that damned Emotionless Dao, he would never walk such a dead-end road.

"A-Xu, have you ever considered that the two words 'Bu Jing' might have another meaning?"

Wen Xu still had not recovered his ability to speak. He merely tried to move, but was quickly pressed back down by a certain Body Integration Realm Dragon Venerable. Or perhaps that Dragon Venerable simply thought his little disciple's head felt so nice to stroke that he could not put it down.

"'Bu Jing' may mean remaining unruffled in the face of change, but