Old ginger was still the hottest. From the moment he stepped through the door, Hou Niao had fallen into Yu Zhengxing's trap. Then again, this martial uncle probably would not have bothered digging a pit for just anyone, wasting his time and effort.
Clearly, Yu Zhengxing knew every detail of how he had joined the Quanzhen Sect, not merely "a thing or two," as he himself had claimed. He had then singled Hou Niao out for special cultivation.
Hou Niao did not particularly mind, because he believed in himself!
Fortuitous encounters came with responsibilities, and opportunities coexisted with risks. He had understood this long ago. Precisely for that reason, an opportunity like this made him feel especially grounded, unlike a Longevity Pill falling from the sky or a Treasure Basin dug out of a mouse hole.
He discussed a few more questions about cultivation with Yu Zhengxing. Although Yu Zhengxing did not consider himself his master, he answered his questions with all a master's patience. It was a psychological restraint he imposed on himself.
In his heart, those nominal disciples of his were not truly disciples, merely servants who helped handle miscellaneous chores.
He might have only one true disciple. Whether Hou Niao would become another remained for time to tell.
Once he had finished asking his questions, Hou Niao decided to take his leave. "Then I'll head back and try killing a few Demon Beasts first."
Yu Zhengxing gave him an odd look. "I haven't even given you your assignment, and you're running off now that you've pocketed the benefits? Good thing I didn't take you as my disciple, or you'd anger me to death sooner or later!"
Hou Niao looked just as puzzled. "I thought you'd summoned me just to lure me into your pit. There really is