Cheng Wei had not expected his young disciple to grow so attentive after a single trip away. He could not help patting A-Xu's shoulder. "There's no rush. Would you mind telling me what you saw in the Mortal Realm?"
Wen Xu did not mind. Only after seeing the ugliness in people's hearts had he understood how sincere his master had always been with him. "Master, I've settled my ties to the past. From now on, no destiny pattern will bind me."
Cheng Wei understood. His disciple seemed smooth and perceptive, yet no one was less willing to tolerate a grain of sand in his eye. An Imperial Destiny might be honey to others, but to A-Xu, it was a burden heavier than any other. "Good. But from what I can see of you..."
"What?"
"A-Xu, it seems you've done a tremendous good deed. Even heaven and earth have bestowed a supreme gift on you. You should visit those Buddhist Cultivators at Bitter Crossing Temple less often from now on. Don't say I didn't warn you: Buddhist Cultivators eat people without spitting out the bones." Cheng Wei looked utterly serious, as though he were expounding a philosophy of life.
But Wen Xu had always indulged his master. He had quite forgotten Lord Jun's earnest advice before she left. "You're right, Master. I'll be sure to remember it."
Ah, he's even playing along with my jokes now. He really has let it go.
"All right, tell me what happened." Cheng Wei had thought that, since his disciple was so gentle and calm, the trip must have gone smoothly. He had not expected—
"Master, please calm down. It's all over now."
But Cheng Wei was fiercely protective of his own. If he had known they were such rat-faced scoundrels, he would have gone