He waited quietly a little longer. His master said nothing more; she seemed to have calmed down.
Cheng Xinzhan slowly raised his head and glanced at her. Sure enough, her expression had softened considerably.
So he smiled. "Please don't be angry, Master. I'll mend my ways."
Seeing her disciple admit his fault so honestly and earnestly, Wen Sukong lost whatever anger remained. And on second thought, despite dividing his three souls among separate bodies, he showed no signs of a dimmed Primordial Spirit or exhausted mind.
Judging by his behavior, he clearly even had strength to spare. She truly had no idea just how gifted he was.
Moreover, the scattered messages the sect leader had sent over the years had all told her of this disciple's remarkable talent and outstanding disposition on the path of seeking the Dao.
With a disciple like this, what more could a master ask?
"You've done very well. I spoke too harshly."
Wen Sukong spoke gently.
Cheng Xinzhan shook his head. Of course he would not mind her harsh words. With his master's guidance and care, he could hardly be happier.
"When I left, you had only just entered the Second Realm. By the time I returned, your core had already undergone its first cleansing. You've progressed much faster than I expected."
Wen Sukong said this, then immediately added,
"But cultivation isn't only about moving quickly. More importantly, you must move steadily."
Seeming to realize that this added remark might sound like she was dredging up old grievances, she hurriedly added another,
"I wasn't beside you to protect you during either your core formation or your tribulation. I've failed you as your master."
Cheng Xinzhan shook his head and changed the subject outright. He asked,
"Master, what have you been doing all these years?"
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