As the others dispersed.
Bai Yu carefully walked over to Lu Yuansheng.
"Steward..."
Lu Yuansheng gently waved a hand. "When we're alone, there's no need to be so formal. Is there something you want to say?"
"Yes, senior brother."
Bai Yu weighed his words. "I really shouldn't meddle in this, but this Wang Ba truly is skilled at raising Spirit Chickens. He's different from all the others. Although he can only breed middle-grade Spirit Chickens, wouldn't it be a pity to just send him back?"
At this, Lu Yuansheng's jawbone parted slightly, as though he were smiling. "That isn't really what you're thinking, is it? You probably think I'm cold and ungrateful, deliberately giving that brat the cold shoulder?"
Am I wrong? Bai Yu thought, but outwardly, he shook his head repeatedly.
"You must have your reasons, senior brother. I would never presume to comment."
"Heh, even if that is what you think, you aren't wrong. I am deliberately giving that brat the cold shoulder."
"Huh?"
Bai Yu was thoroughly puzzled.
But Lu Yuansheng clasped his hands behind his back and gazed into the distance, letting out a sigh.
"As you know, I came from the Eastern Saint Sect, after all. In my position, there are countless people within the sect who refuse to accept me. I have to tread as though on thin ice, not daring to take a single wrong step. If I openly favored someone connected to me..."
"But, heh, those are all just excuses."
Lu Yuansheng turned his head, his hollow black eye sockets facing Bai Yu, flickering with wisps of eerie blue light and a sense of danger.
"When I see him, I think of my Seventh Younger Brother, and that makes me uncomfortable. So I simply don't want to take him in. It's that