The yellow cord that had trapped Little Fox back then was your handiwork? I owed this old Daoist a favor after all.
Third Young Master Su remembered the yellow cord that had helped him so much, and a trace of goodwill rose in his heart.
When he had first arrived in Shanyin, if the old Daoists had not sent him all those treasures, he might not have survived to this day.
He really did owe the old Daoist that much.
"Grandmaster had some instructions for me, and they held me up."
Su Che slowly shook his head, then began, "Fellow Daoist..."
"Temple Master, I could never presume to accept that form of address. Preceptor Wei was the Patriarch's direct disciple, and you are a third-generation disciple of our sect. Though I entered the sect earlier, I studied under Teacher Lingyun and am a seventh-generation disciple. By seniority, you are my granduncle-master..."
The radish might be small, but it grew on one's back.
In cultivation, they were both at Reverted Elixir, and the old Daoist might even be a little stronger than him.
But in seniority, his teacher Yulizi was a direct disciple of the Yellow Heaven Patriarch—practically his own son. And the Yellow Heaven Patriarch was an old friend who had drunk and played mahjong with the Five Directions and Five Emperors of the Ancient Era.
Third Young Master Su's seniority had shot up like a rocket.
"Granduncle-master won't be necessary."
Su Che smiled and waved a hand.
In years spent cultivating, the old Daoist before him had a head start he could scarcely measure. Perhaps he had already been holding down Mind-Stilling Temple when Old Lion was stirring up trouble.
And if they were to speak of the past, this old Daoist had surely seen everything Su Che's former