Qiu Wuji's stay here had already grown absurdly long. Not only did she show no sign of returning after being out for so long this time, she even went off full of energy for another driving lesson that afternoon.
Apparently, Zhu Mengmeng couldn't wait for enough students to fill a car, so she simply paid a premium to have the female instructor teach Qiu Wuji alone in a car of her own.
Chu Ge hadn't even known that was possible these days, nor whether it was a sign of progress or the power of money. In any case, when he'd learned to drive, four burly men had been crammed into one car, a battered old Santana with broken air conditioning. Lessons in the scorching heat had left them drenched in stinking sweat. The smell inside that car simply didn't bear remembering.
Of course it was good that Qiu Qiu had a better environment for her driving lessons. Chu Ge left that business alone and kept writing.
But as he wrote, he kept wondering whether the imposing, stern sect master over there would miss her disciple.
Sect Master Qiu had no time to miss her disciple. The elders who had rushed over after hearing the news already had her utterly frazzled.
"Sect Master! We heard you've taken a disciple?"
"Sect Master, where is this young master? I'm responsible for the sect's internal and external defenses, and I haven't detected anyone leaving."
"Sect Master, shouldn't we avoid rushing into taking a disciple and discuss it together first?"
"Sect Master, we heard he hasn't made a life tablet yet? This..."
"Sect Master..."
"Enough with the 'sect'! I'm almost forgetting what the word looks like!" Qiu Wuji slapped the desk and rose.
The elders: "..."
They were speaking, not writing. How could she forget