One of the best-known assessments Divine End Peak's disciples privately made of Jing Jiu was that his sword was ruthless and his words were few.
He really did speak very little, so when the Chan Room's door remained shut for a long time, Zhao Layue and the others found it rather strange and began making all sorts of guesses.
Was he trying to trick that young sect master of the No-Grace Gate into becoming one of Green Mountain's people?
Liu S sui suddenly felt that his young master had sent him to learn swordsmanship from Xilai precisely so he could take Peng Lang under his own wing.
"Surely not? He is a sect master, after all." He looked at Zhao Layue and asked in a low voice.
"Think of the Zen Child," Zhao Layue said.
Liu S sui and the others understood at once. Back then, the Zen Child had spent a hundred days on Divine End Peak asking True Person Jingyang about the Dao. Ever since, the Cultivation World had considered True Person Jingyang something of a teacher to the Zen Child. This was part of the reason the Fruitful Accomplishment Temple treated Divine End Peak with special regard, despite its ordinary relationship with the Green Mountain Sect.
"Are they going to talk for a hundred days this time too?" Zhuo Rusui yawned. "Should we go to sleep first, then?"
Countless stars shone in the sky and in the lake. The night was so peaceful, and not a sound came from the Chan Room; it was the perfect time for a long sleep. But despite those words, none of them would leave. Time passed like this, the starlight gradually faded, and the morning sun faintly showed its face in the east. With a creak, the Chan Room's door was