"If you don't speak, no one will think you're mute. If you have nothing to do, why not go down the mountain and dig up spirit herbs?"
Wen Xu: Come to think of it, I can pretend to be blind, but I can also play deaf and dumb.
A certain Dragon Venerable pouted, looking deeply wronged. "How did you get even fiercer than before? Still, considering that you and I..."
"...have reunited after so long..."
"...I won't hold it against you this time. I'll go down the mountain and see the sect master nephew who's waiting so anxiously." Ah, to preserve the last shred of dignity he had before his disciple, he would swallow this insult.
With that, he vanished like a wisp of smoke, leaving his friend and disciple room to talk.
Ah, he had been so self-sacrificing and considerate. Surely Jun Zhaoying would have no reason to keep dredging up the past now? His old friends were growing fewer and fewer; now only thirty pages remained. He didn't want that number to shrink any further.
"Well, if it isn't Sect Master Gu. What has you in such a panic?"
How could I not panic? Someone's life is at stake! Gu Wufang thought. No, wait. "Grandmaster Uncle?!" Had he been so desperate for help that he'd sent the Communication Talisman to the wrong person?!
"No need to shout. Your grandmaster uncle may be old, but his ears still work just fine."
...If only you were a little more willing to listen.
"So eager to pry into my private affairs?"
Of course I am, Gu Wufang thought, but he hardly dared nod. "You misunderstand. I came because I have business with Little Martial Uncle." On second thought, there was no way he had sent the wrong Communication Talisman. He wasn't