"Great Hua Mountain is, after all, part of the Yuxu lineage. Aren't you afraid Kunlun will hold you accountable for keeping me here?"
In the bright, spotless room, Xie Yazi watched the old Daoist enter. He drew a deep breath and ventured the question.
Dao Yin was unmoved. "Don't invoke Kunlun to make your case. Let me offer you some advice, Junior Brother: if you know anything, tell me. Otherwise, I can extract the memory myself and get the same answer. But that may damage your Dao Heart!"
Xie Yazi's face darkened. Then he remembered the unfathomable power the old Daoist had displayed earlier. He forced himself to stay calm and gave a bitter smile. "Senior brother, I came under orders. My hands were tied."
"What did you come to do?" Dao Yin asked evenly.
A thought stirred in Xie Yazi's mind. "Since you've brought that up, senior brother, I have a question too. That Chen Fangqing..."
Dao Yin cut him off. "He is now my disciple. His Daoist Name is Master Soaring."
"Very well, Master Soaring." Xie Yazi accepted the name readily. "Your disciple can't have joined you more than a few days ago, can he? And what he cultivates isn't a Great Hua Mountain art. It's downright strange..."
"Master Soaring brought his own skills when he joined me," Daoyinzi said. "It's only natural that he has some foundation."
"Fine! He brought his own skills!" Xie Yazi nodded, going along with him once more. "But he had barely entered the sect when he stood against two Longevity cultivators. That makes no sense! You must have seen it too, Senior Brother. Why didn't you intervene? Even if you chose not to, you must have noticed something was wrong..." As he spoke, a trace of worry entered his eyes.
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