Li Fuchan gave a slight nod, a critical look on his face. "It is not entirely wrong. Though there are a few errors, it is enough to show that your Peaceful Way Abbey's founding master held our Immortal Isle in the highest esteem. But do not speak of these matters to others again. With your shallow knowledge and mistaken understanding, fellow Daoist, spreading them would only tarnish our Immortal Isle's reputation."
Seeing the undisguised disdain on his face, Jia Hua secretly clenched his fists inside his sleeves.
He was just begging for a beating.
If time could flow backward and he could choose again, he would rather find ten other ways to test Li Fuchan than ever use this one.
But now, he could only grit his teeth and endure it.
He drew a deep breath, piled the utmost sincerity onto his face, and cupped his hands. "I have a presumptuous request. I implore you to visit Peaceful Way Abbey and personally correct every error and misunderstanding in our internal history. If you would do so, even my late master, knowing of it beneath the springs of the underworld, could close his eyes in peace. My senior brother, the abbey master, and I would sweep the couch to await you and rush out to welcome you with our shoes on backward."
At this, Li Fuchan pondered briefly, then shook his head. "I still have important business to attend to, so I fear I cannot stay long. Once it is settled, I can pay you a visit on my journey south another day."
Jia Hua's heart tightened, but he put on a regretful expression, then replaced it with a sincere one as he probed with feigned casualness. "Though you are an accomplished cultivator from overseas, fellow Daoist, you have not ventured