"Opening this Heart-Training Path costs a lot."
Sun Yingxiong muttered as his energy spread out. The mountain shook again before finally returning to its original appearance.
Even Sun Wen, who had fallen off the cliff, turned out on closer inspection to be lying in a dirt pit not far from the others, looking rather bedraggled.
Seeing Sun Wen looking at him, Sun Yingxiong glared. "What are you looking at?!"
"Look at Little Zhao... no, Zhao Cheng!"
"He came straight through."
"Now look at you!"
Watching Sun Yingxiong's back, Zhao Zicheng said plaintively, "Senior, my name is actually Zhao Zicheng..."
"Right. Didn't I say Zhao Zicheng?"
Sun Yingxiong calmly looked Zhao Zicheng in the eye.
Zhao Zicheng promptly shook his head and kept his mouth shut.
"A perfectly good Heart-Training Path, wasted on you."
"What a waste of money."
Thinking of Zhao Zicheng's brief journey, Sun Yingxiong suddenly felt the pinch.
"Are you still going to see that brick-and-tile house?"
"If you are..."
Sun Yingxiong thought for a moment, then his eyes lit up. "Charging each of you a hundred thousand in incense offerings wouldn't be unreasonable, would it?"
"..."
They turned and left.
They kept feeling as though they could see traces of Xu Yuanqing in Sun Yingxiong.
Or was everyone from Ink Academy like this?
At the foot of the mountain.
Watching the teenagers come down the mountain, Xu Yuanqing gave a somewhat lazy smile. "Did you pay your respects at the Human Race's Sacred Hall?"
They exchanged glances.
"Has Xu Bighead really been there?"
"I think he's faking it."
"Yeah."
After a quiet discussion, they reached a unanimous conclusion. Ignoring Xu Yuanqing's curious gaze, they turned and left.
No matter how Xu Yuanqing kept questioning them from behind, none of them said a word.
Until Zhao Zicheng gradually