"How could that be impossible? Why don't you write her a letter and ask? As for her, I haven't seen her in hundreds of years." Cheng Wei's tone suddenly carried a trace of melancholy. "If it's you, perhaps she'll write back."
"Of course! Jun likes me best! I'm even going to complain to Jun that you stole her Wind Spiritual Root disciple, hehe!"
Even after hundreds of years, little Zhao Xia was still so lively. "Not necessarily. Your Jun is now a Supreme Elder of the greatest sect under heaven. Her disciples who worship her are as numerous as carp crossing a river. Take the top-ranked person on the Prodigies Ranking, for example. Though they have no name as master and disciple, they have the reality of one. Their way of doing things is practically cut from the same mold!"
The Tower Spirit felt sour inside, but it was not so easily fooled. "Hmph, I don't believe you! There aren't even two truthful sentences in your mouth. Do you think this Tower Spirit doesn't know that?"
"...Believe it or not. I'm telling the truth anyway."
"Only little Wen Xu would believe you," the Tower Spirit continued sourly.
That might not be so. A-Xu is sharp-eyed and clear-hearted. Not only does he have excellent judgment in making friends, he is also impeccable in dealing with people. Even when I occasionally annoyed him beyond endurance, he never exposed me.
That friend of A-Xu's surnamed Bian, though, looks easy enough to understand, yet his origins and past are shrouded in clouds and mist. Clearly, heaven's secrets are unwilling to let me see them. This is the first time Cheng Wei has failed to see through a low-ranking disciple's Destiny Pattern.
*As for that boy surnamed Chen, the Military Star had entered his destiny.