"Wretched disciple?"
"Teacher?"
Jiang Ping'an and Jiang Buping were both surprised.
Especially Jiang Ping'an. He had intended to act under Shen Wenxin's identity, only to discover, just after "moving in," that someone already occupied the house-and it was the teacher he had a grudge with.
Over the years, Jiang Ping'an had kept avoiding Jiang Buping, leaving every time before Jiang Buping appeared. Now, however, they had reunited inside a woman's body.
The situation was rather awkward.
"Teacher, why are you here?"
Jiang Ping'an had wanted to retreat immediately, but when he discovered that Jiang Buping had immobilized Shen Wenxin's body, he could only helplessly acknowledge his teacher. Then he waited for Jiang Buping's raging storm.
Jiang Buping remained silent for a long time.
Finally, he asked, "Why did you choose Jiang Bufan?"
Jiang Ping'an: "?"
After all these years, this is what you care about most?
I thought what bothered you most was my betrayal of the Unjust Way.
"Between Jiang Bufan and me, you chose Jiang Bufan. Between the Unjust Way and the Extraordinary Way, you chose the Extraordinary Way. Jiang Ping'an, you truly are a fine disciple of mine."
Jiang Buping's voice was low, carrying a jealousy that frightened Jiang Ping'an.
Wait, I thought you hated me for betraying you.
But what bothers you most is that I chose your junior brother?
Jiang Ping'an had thought he mattered a great deal to Jiang Buping. Now he felt he might have been too confident.
Perhaps, to Jiang Buping, he had never been what mattered.
"Teacher..."
"Have you ever called him teacher?"
"Teacher, please don't be like this. You're scaring me."
Jiang Ping'an lost his nerve.
He had weathered great winds and waves, but he had truly never seen Jiang Buping like this.
Perhaps only Jiang Bufan had, Jiang Ping'an