Fortunately, his junior brother was absent, and on his own, the senior brother was quick-witted and composed.
"Did you just jump down from the cliff?"
"No. From a tree."
"... What were you doing up a tree?"
"I'm practicing a palm technique. The higher I come down from, the more powerful it is." Meng Li's expression never changed.
"Your tall tales get taller by the day. You don't know a damn thing about palm techniques."
Meng Li leaped up and struck downward with his palm. Dust and fallen leaves burst into a lotus blossom.
He really did know one.
Standing nearby, Pei Ye could feel the man's delight in this scene. In truth, he had never felt he absolutely had to hide this from his master, but being able to shut his master's mouth like this certainly pleased him.
"Master, you're getting on in years. Stop wandering around so much, and mind you don't catch a chill," Meng Li said with a chuckle.
"A stroll through the valley counts as wandering around now? You're not even in charge yet, and you already want to shelve your own master?" Qu Zhoufu shot him a sideways look. "You're the one who should stop wandering outside all day. What sort of bullshit martial arts have you been learning? And this place-stop coming here for no reason."
Meng Li smiled. "I'm about to reach eighth growth. If you're going to hand over your position, hurry up and do it. All these years, and you still haven't even reached the Profound Gate, yet you keep saying you were some little prodigy in your youth..."
"..." Qu Zhoufu shot him a sideways look, but, unusually, did not strike him. "What's the hurry? I'll hand it over when it's time. I haven't even decided who to give