Great Harmony Palace.
Inside the side hall reserved exclusively for Elder Du Wei.
In the simply furnished hall, Du Wei, dressed in plain robes, held two Spirit Beast Bags, his face a picture of changing expressions.
"This... where did these come from?!"
Before him, Qi Yan dared hold nothing back and hurriedly explained their origins.
When he learned they had come from Wang Ba, Du Wei, amid his astonishment, could not help staring straight at Qi Yan.
His stare made Qi Yan uncomfortable all over, and he asked in confusion:
"Master, what... what are you...?"
Who knew those words would seem to trigger something?
Du Wei immediately exclaimed in anguish:
"You fool!"
Qi Yan's face darkened at once.
Would this never end? More than a decade had passed, yet every mention of Wang Ba still earned him a scolding.
He clearly regretted it already.
He could not help saying:
"Master, I know I made a mistake back then. Could you stop always..."
"You don't know a damn thing!"
Du Wei showed no mercy when berating his own disciple, even though the latter was already the master of a peak:
"How many Spirit Transformation cultivators has our Beast Peak produced over the generations? Not one managed to get anywhere studying this Ghost-Patterned Stone Dragon Lizard, yet Wang Ba, a Gold Core cultivator, easily produced a mutated descendant of one... use that head full of mush and think about what this means!"
Qi Yan frowned slightly, then his expression shifted, and he looked warily at Du Wei:
"Master, you're not thinking of doing something to Wang Ba, are you?"
"I..."
Du Wei's white beard shook wildly with anger:
"I'll beat you to death, you unfilial disciple!"
"Is that really how you see me?!"
Qi Yan edged back unobtrusively and said in annoyance,