"Not one of them gives me a moment's peace!" Ouyang muttered as he watched Chen Changsheng enter the kitchen. He stretched. He had been planning to attend the Dao lecture today, and he couldn't be late!
When had he last been late to a Dao lecture? Seven years ago? Or eight?
Thinking back to the last time he had attended one, Ouyang really couldn't remember.
"Third Brother, I won't be back for lunch. I'm off to the Dao lecture!" Ouyang called toward the kitchen as he headed for the gate.
Clang!
Hearing Ouyang say he was going to a Dao lecture, Chen Changsheng's hand shook, and the plate he was holding crashed straight to the floor. He even wondered whether something was wrong with his ears.
Eldest Senior Brother was going to a Dao lecture?
If I remember correctly, it's been nine years, two months, and thirteen days since Eldest Senior Brother last attended one, hasn't it?
Was something major about to happen in the sect?
Chen Changsheng's expression grew somewhat grave. He walked to the doorway and, still uneasy, took a paper figure from his sleeve. He blew gently on it, and it turned into a wisp of breeze that drifted out of the kitchen.
Crash!
Leng Qingsong, who had been consolidating his cultivation realm, burst straight through the roof. Holding his sword in one arm, he looked worriedly in the direction Ouyang had left. "Could Elder Brother have some other difficulty he couldn't speak of from this trip to the Mortal World?"
Bai Feiyu pushed open his door and cast a thoughtful glance at his own grave hanging in the sky. His face likewise grew a little graver.
The three knew Ouyang's temperament all too well.
Ouyang, going to a Dao lecture? Not even a ghost would believe