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This was a classic case of preferring to doubt himself rather than question someone he admired. Wen Xu suddenly grew curious: what path did Wu Fang cultivate that let him stay this way without straying from his Dao Heart?

Want to know? I could sneak over and sound him out for you~

Thank you for the offer, senior, but there's no need.

Hey, why are you calling me senior? You should call me... hmm, by the way you humans put it, Uncle Tower Spirit. Go on, let me hear you say it~

Wen Xu: ...To be honest, "Your Majesty, Tower Spirit" would come out more easily than "Uncle Tower Spirit."

Why "Your Majesty"? Isn't that a title reserved for human emperors? Do you really respect me that much?

How to put it? Wen Xu thought about it. Explaining it the way Chunchou would was too much trouble, so he simply admitted it: You're my senior. No amount of respect would be too much.

The Tower Spirit's voice turned audibly gleeful. You do have a way with words, kid, just like your... But I'm very strict. A few pretty words won't make me go easy on you. Take your time climbing the tower~

Wen Xu: What was that deliberate pause about?! He's definitely misunderstood again, hasn't he?

He wanted to explain, but the Tower Spirit had run off again. Besides, Wu Fang seemed to have found a way out, so Wen Xu set the matter aside for now.

"You can do it. I believe in you, Fellow Cultivator Wu!"

Wu Fang: ...This man might have more confidence in me than I do.

Still, being trusted felt good. Wu Fang could not quite name what he was feeling, but he felt much better than before. "Fellow Cultivator Bian, are you always this