I woke up that morning.
My ears were buzzing, the contents of the I Ching still echoing inside them.
Only then did I remember that I had had two dreams last night. In one, I dreamed of Xiuzhu; in the other, the Patriarch.
I had thought that, since I had passed the Patriarch's test, he would teach me some peerless secret technique. Instead, he lectured me on the I Ching all night.
Actually, I could have read that myself, though the Patriarch's explanations were quite illuminating.
We were visiting Song Xiaotian's grandfather today, so we headed out early and drove to pick up Seventh Master first.
Once we had picked up Seventh Master, we headed to Song Xiaotian's home.
Song Xiaotian was driving. After all, we had no idea which direction his home was in.
It was quite a long drive, though. We drove for over an hour, almost all the way out to the outlying districts and counties. Actually, we hadn't reached those yet; we were in the suburbs.
"Brother Tian, your place is pretty far out," I said.
For some reason, he suddenly grew a little nervous. "Y-yes, it's a bit far. My grandfather likes peace and quiet. Old people all like peace and quiet..."
Seeing him like that, the three of us wondered if his family lived in an old residential complex with a poor environment, and he felt a little embarrassed.
Although his father owned a teahouse, it wasn't very big. Running a small business these days didn't really make someone all that wealthy.
But he was worrying over nothing. We had been through life and death together, and none of us judged people by their wealth anyway. Why would we look down on him?
The car drove for another ten minutes or so before finally