"Mr. Ji, are you all right?"
Hu Yun asked cautiously. Ji Yuan glanced at him.
"Do I look like something happened to me? Combined with Lord Qin's words and my own faint senses, there is actually a second layer of meaning. Heaven and earth may find it hard to tolerate me, but perhaps not in the way he imagined."
Seeing Lord Lu about to speak again, Ji Yuan could only smile helplessly.
"All right, all right, I won't make a move. I don't have much strength left anyway."
Ji Yuan found it amusing too. Was he really someone who loved stirring up trouble so much in this good disciple's heart?
Mother Jujube, on the other hand, was quite happy.
"It would be good if Mister could stay in the pavilion and rest more. There is nowhere worth Mister's intervention anyway."
Hu Yun stuck out his tongue at the side. Of course he was happy if Mister Ji stayed home all the time, but then Lord Lu would probably come much more often, perhaps even stay here frequently.
Hu Yun returned almost every year. If he did not return for several years, then he would stay for a long time the next time he came back. That meant he might keep running into Lord Lu, who would question him about this and that, test his cultivation, and look as if a fierce tiger were about to devour someone whenever he had made no progress. That was far too frightening!
"Mr. Ji truly has little strength left? This old man does not quite believe it."
The Old Dragon spoke from the side with a touch of teasing. He knew that Ji Yuan loved concealing his abilities most of all, so he would not believe that sort of nonsense. Then he continued.
"Still,