"Your martial uncle, well, he had a falling out with your grandmaster back in the day. He went off to establish another branch and now lives alone in Ze Province, not really wanting to co back."
Old Yue chuckled, "If you have the skills, maybe you can cheer up the old man a bit. Who knows, you might accidentally gain so benefits from over there."
"Master..." Zhang Rongfang squinted, thought for a mont, and then decided to ask, "Can I ask a question?"
"What? Go ahead." Yue Dewen took out a towel and started wiping the sweat from his forehead.
"Didn't you just say that Flying Spirit Feather Talisman is quite sinister? Then why do you still keep it on you?"
"..." Yue Dewen's hand froze. He looked at Zhang Rongfang and blinked.
"Actually, your master has always had a dream, and that is... well, you know." He gave a smile that indicated hidden aning.
Zhang Rongfang felt a bit disappointed in his heart. Although it seed like an answer, his master was actually dodging the question with humor, without really responding directly.
"Oh, there's another question." He pondered for a mont, then changed the subject.
"During my duty in Citong, I encountered many things, even involving grandmaster martial artists. For so unknown reason, Western Sect has lost several masters in Citong..."
"Don't worry, as long as you didn't kill them with your own hands, everything's easy to handle." Yue Dewen casually patted him on the shoulder.
".....then I'm relieved...." Zhang Rongfang quickly made a gesture of relief.
Actually, there was one question he didn't dare to ask...
'What if he really did kill them with his own hands... then what?'
Just then, the two masters and disciple stopped talking. Old Yue took out a large package of various marinated ats from the drawer and started eating and drinking together in the sedan chair.
By the ti they reached the Celestial Treasure Palace, ten pounds of marinated at were entirely consud by the two of them.
Getting off the sedan chair, Yue Dewen, burping, dragged Zhang Rongfang to their previous residence, a small building.
The small building was just the sa as before, with black and white paintings, colored paintings, like portraits, hung on the walls.
"Since you're back, quickly help with so things. You've done well in Citong, gathering many talents and skilled hands.
Since that's the case, why don't you try persuading your senior brother for ?" Yue Dewen whispered before entering the building.
"What's up with senior brother?" Zhang Rongfang was stunned.
"Sa old problem. Can't be pulled back! And..." Yue Dewen sighed, hesitating to finish his sentence.
"Now I'm quite busy myself, with lots of things to keep an eye on. You also have a new appointnt and will soon go to Ze Province; you can't stay long, so get on with it!"
He yanked the door open, pushed Zhang Rongfang inside, then shut the door and turned away.
"You two haven't seen each other for a while, have a good talk. I've got sothing to handle," he said as his voice drifted away, already at a distance.
Not sure if he was dealing with the Flying Spirit Feather Talisman or just finding an excuse to slip away.
As soon as he entered.
Zhang Rongfang frowned.
The entire ground floor of the small building was filled with a strong sll of liquor.
In one corner of the floor lay a person like a corpse.
Looking closely, it was none other than Zhang Qingzhi!
This guy had no clue how long it had been since he last took a bath; even from more than ten ters away, the sweaty odor was noticeable.
Zhang Qingzhi lay on his side, snoring, his hair ssy, his Daoist robe dirty, resembling a down-and-out wanderer.
It's only been a few years, how did this guy end up like this?
Zhang Rongfang approached, crouched, and gently nudged Zhang Qingzhi.
"Senior brother?"
"Leave alone! I still want to drink....!" Zhang Qingzhi, eyes bleary from drunkenness, brushed away Zhang Rongfang's hand.
Slap.
His palm hit Zhang Rongfang's forearm without budging it, making a dull sound as if striking a bronze pillar.
The difference in physique, strength, and martial skill between the two was enormous. Zhang Qingzhi's small hand quickly turned red.
The sharp pain gradually brought him to his senses.
Opening his eyes, Zhang Qingzhi looked at Zhang Rongfang, who was crouched beside him.
"Junior brother? Why are you back?"
"Senior brother, what are you....?" Zhang Rongfang pulled him up, making him sit against the wall. "Are you alright? How co you ended up drinking like this?"
"Hehe....." Zhang Qingzhi chuckled bitterly, "You made a joke of ..."
"What exactly happened? Tell , if I can help, I'll take care of it for you," Zhang Rongfang said seriously.
To be honest, Zhang Qingzhi was soone he got along with, having helped him in the past.
So, if he could lend a hand, he would. It's about supporting each other as fellow disciples.
"I...." Zhang Qingzhi sighed, his face reddening slightly with embarrassnt.
Just thinking about it made him feel utterly uncomfortable, weak, in pain, despair, sadness, and sha.
Such a thing... is the greatest punishnt for a man!
Zhang Rongfang wasn't in a hurry, slowly chatting with him to calm his mood, talking about other unrelated small matters.
He knew very well that Zhang Qingzhi's condition was likely related to Lin Qianhe.
Lin Qianhe was a direct descendant of a high-ranking mber in the Celestial Treasure Palace; this woman was notorious for her flirtatious nature and had been involved with many.
Seeing Zhang Qingzhi like this, he probably discovered the truth behind it.....
With such a highly sensitive wound, Zhang Rongfang naturally wouldn't bring it up.
He intentionally changed the topic, leading Zhang Qingzhi to the table to sit, and had so hangover tea together.
Of course, Zhang Qingzhi didn't want to drink it, claiming he wanted to stay in a slightly drunk stupor, not wanting to sober up.
Midway through, he resisted a bit but couldn't muster the strength to fight back, accepting his fate.
Seeing him slightly better, Zhang Rongfang still didn't ntion Lin Qianhe. Instead, he inquired about news from Ze Province from Zhang Qingzhi.
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