Yu Buzhuo and his three companions walked out of the courtyard looking somewhat lost, their backs drenched in sweat.
Although this senior expert displayed no overt might, sitting beside him felt like sitting shoulder to shoulder with a savage beast, as though life or death might hang in the balance at any moment.
This was the impression Hou Niao had deliberately left them with, to dispel many of their unrealistic notions. Much of the misfortune in this world was actually bred by indulgence. Only by making them fear the possible consequences could he force them to take the proper approach.
Just like these four now: a deep wariness had already taken root in their hearts.
Yu Buzhuo was somewhat dejected. "This senior doesn't seem to like us?"
Xie Longsheng was as blunt as ever. "It's Zhao Xintong who doesn't want to accept you. Fourth Brother, I'm afraid all your efforts over the years have been wasted. If you ask me, Red Leaf Daoist Academy has countless beauties. Why insist on hanging yourself from this one tree?"
Yu Buzhuo ignored him. "Xintong's aunt is such a kind, detached, easygoing person, exactly how I've always pictured the Anhe Daoist Sect. But this senior... come to think of it, he didn't even tell us his name, did he?"
He would never understand that it was precisely this supposedly kind and detached aunt who had sent this ferocious-looking uncle, because she felt there were some problems she could no longer resolve herself.
Cheng Daqi disagreed. "The dragon has nine sons, each one different. The Anhe Daoist Sect's lofty detachment is relative, too. Not all of them seek distant goals through tranquility and content themselves with things as they are. They have passionate, spirited people as well, or the Wu Sect would surely have succeeded