Wen Xu practiced his swordsmanship with utter obsession. Rarely had he ever thrown himself into something so completely. As for everything else, he had long since tossed it to the back of his mind—even forming his Nascent Soul... in any case, he had scarcely thought about it.
Nothing on Springless Peak escaped Cheng Wei's discerning eye. All it took was a glance for him to see through the state of his young disciple's seclusion. This was the privilege granted by an absolute gap in cultivation; it was not as though he were deliberately spying.
Spirit Transformation Venerable Cheng Wei carried a small jade wine flask in one hand, its surface faintly carved with a blooming lotus. It was exquisitely delicate, making even the wine within seem three parts more splendid. This wasn't something I taught him. If my little disciple wants to strive onward, can I possibly stop him? He simply had not expected A-Xu, after being "lazy" for only a few days, to forget why he had entered seclusion in the first place. It seemed there was truly no need for people to twist themselves into melons. A forcibly twisted melon might be sweet, but an untwisted melon would definitely be sweeter.
Ah, this was what it meant for disciples to be easy to teach. A few casual pointers, and he could reap the title of fine master renowned throughout the Cultivation Realm. As for going down the mountain and leaving Chishan's demon-crossing affair to his sect master grandnephew, Cheng Wei had not kept it in his heart at all. After all, the road each person walked had long since been decided. What he could do was either twist off someone else's head outright, or simply do nothing at all.
Respecting another's fate was, at times, quite a beautiful