Xi Mujun

"What? The Third hasn't returned for days?" The middle-aged man froze, then waved a hand. "Doesn't the Third often stay out all night? What's so surprising about that? If this counts as an important matter, then what in your eyes is unimportant?"

"Reporting to Martial Uncle." The disciple flushed with embarrassment and said softly, "Martial Uncle Yue did indeed often go out before, but... every time, it was only for two days. Even at the longest, it never exceeded three days. Moreover, Martial Uncle Yue would generally have disciples accompanying him when he went out. Even if... we could still know his whereabouts. It has never been like today, without the slightest bit of news!"

"Is that so?" The middle-aged man frowned and said displeasedly, "That brat never knows how to cultivate all day, only thinking up crooked and twisted nonsense. None of you ever tried to persuade him properly. What has he been messing around with lately?"

The disciple spoke softly, yet with exceptional clarity, recounting everything Yue Zhuoqun had done recently. The middle-aged man snorted through his nose. "Just a little girl from Lihuo Hall. Since when had the Third's standards become so low? Hmph, hmph. He even nearly forced a Pill-Refining Hall disciple into a coercive sale. What kind of rubbish is that? Oh, that disciple has some connection to that Lihuo Hall girl?"

"Right, tell me—could your Martial Uncle Yue have gone to cause trouble for that disciple?"

The disciple respectfully replied, "This disciple does not know. But in my eyes, that Pill-Refining Hall disciple is nothing more than an ant. How could Martial Uncle Yue possibly think him worthy of notice?"

"Forget it. Wait a few more days. On Yi Xiang Peak, who does not know Yue Zhuoqun's great name? Nothing could possibly be amiss."