"Was it because I transmigrated into this world that you couldn't foresee my arrival?"
Ouyang raised his lowered head and met Hu Yun's eyes, as deep as a still pool. Suddenly, his nose stung, and he lowered his head again.
"Stop being so soppy!" Hu Yun shoved Ouyang's head irritably, then resumed playing the game before him.
After a while, Hu Yun hesitated before asking, "Would you... or all of you, hate me?"
"Hate you? What would I hate you for?" Ouyang raised his head in confusion.
Looking somewhat ill at ease, Hu Yun said, "Look at this chessboard. Wherever I want to play, I can place a stone."
Ouyang understood. Hu Yun meant that he was treating Ouyang and the others as pieces, arranging their lives.
Ouyang thought for a moment and asked, "Then what's your aim?"
Hu Yun scratched his head. "You're my disciples. As your master, I don't have much ability. I just wanted to find you some good paths forward, but I was afraid you wouldn't like them."
As the shrewd Hu Yun before him spoke about this, he looked as helpless as a child who had done something wrong. It was quite comical.
This mighty cultivator, whom the system had judged the greatest prodigy of an era, whose entire status panel was filled with question marks, was as cautious before his disciple as a child who had done something wrong.
Ouyang laughed. This time, his laughter came purely from the heart. Looking at Hu Yun, he said, "If you genuinely want what's best for us, why be afraid?"
Only then did Hu Yun say irritably, "I may be your master, but not one of you unfilial brats is an easy customer. Every one of you has eyes on top of your head. Would you willingly