"Alas, a past life was a past life, and this life was this life!" Xiao Hua said with a smile. "You Zhongquan, since you understand, then as your master, I must make you forget. Are you... willing?"
You Zhongquan closed his eyes and raised his head slightly. Tears streamed from his eyes once more. Then he nodded. "This disciple understands what Master means. This disciple has truly been far too unruly and has caused Master worry. Since this is this life, matters of past incarnations should all be cast aside. This disciple will forget them. This disciple is willing to begin from this life, willing to begin from this very moment!"
"Good!" Xiao Hua reached out again and tapped You Zhongquan's forehead. You Zhongquan closed his eyes, then opened them again. He touched his face in astonishment. "Oh! Master, what happened to this disciple?"
"You felt that becoming the disciple of a Daoist sect cultivator as handsome as jade and graceful as the wind was such an honor that you could not help shedding tears of emotion," Xiao Hua replied blandly. "Liu Yi, drive the flying carriage toward Gun Province. Your master is tired and wishes to rest for a while."
"Yes, Master!" Liu Yi did not dare delay. He hurriedly guided the heavenly horses toward Gun Province. Yuan Ya sat beside him, keeping him company. Chang Yuan looked at their backs, pondered briefly, then smiled. "Junior Brother You, what does 'when the heart holds a sword, the sword soul is born' mean?"
"What? Junior Brother?" You Zhongquan leaped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. "How did I become a junior brother?"
"Not only are you a junior brother, you are also the youngest," Liu Yi answered with a beaming smile.
You Zhongquan was dumbfounded. "This...