I woke up the next morning.
After Zhang Rong and I had breakfast at Boss Lei's home, we prepared to return to Qingyang Temple.
My tasks in coming down the mountain were, first, to uncover the truth and, second, to find Zhang Rong.
I had already uncovered the truth, and I had sent Liu Haicheng's son on his way.
Zhang Rong had never actually lost contact. Taking him back now would let me report that I had completed my assignment.
As I went upstairs to pack, Grandmaster called me. It was a video call, too.
"Chen Mo, how are Zhang Rong's injuries?"
On the video call, Grandmaster asked me about Zhang Rong's injuries.
I said Zhang Rong was badly hurt, but it was nothing serious. They were all external injuries.
"That's good. Luckily, nothing too serious happened, or his master would have been heartbroken."
Grandmaster laughed, in a very good mood. "We have you to thank for this. You're quite a capable young man."
You all put on an act for me, and now that it's over, you're praising me.
Wasn't that just making a monkey out of me?
But since everyone was putting on an act, I would pretend I knew nothing.
"Grandmaster, my senior brother was lucky enough to survive and came back on his own. It had nothing to do with me."
"Now, you can't say that."
Grandmaster smiled. "That boy let them lead him around by the nose. He investigated and investigated without ever uncovering the truth, but you got to the bottom of everything just a few days after coming down the mountain. There's no need to be modest with me."
I gave an awkward smile and said nothing.
Grandmaster suddenly asked, "Oh, right. I went to the Scripture Pavilion yesterday to find a book,