Translator: Misty Cloud Translations Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
“Mm,” Zhao Yang replied, calmly following him all the way to the mountain palace.
The old man invited them in, saying, “The Taoist Master is waiting for you inside; please come in.”
Xuanyuan Mo Ze crossed the threshold and walked in, holding Feng Jiu’s hand. The others followed while Feng Ye and Zhao Yang walked at the very end. Feng Ye saluted the old man meekly after seeing them enter. “Uncle Liu, we’ve returned.”
Although the old man was the steward, this palace was sparsely populated. Apart from them, there was only Steward Liu and a few disciples who ran errands. They were close to Uncle Liu because he took such good care of them. They felt guilty when they saw him this time.
It’s because they drugged Uncle Liu before slipping down the mountain
“Go in! Your master is waiting for you inside!” Uncle Liu looked at them sternly and motioned for them to enter.
He was relieved to see the boys safe and sound, These two lads were still dripping wet behind the ears. Such young children dared to descend the mountain, taking advantage of the Demon Clan’s wreaking havoc to do so, which worried him for a long time. When he saw them again, his anxiety had finally
subsided.
“Uncle Liu, we brought you some good wine. We’ll send you a copy later.” Feng Ye smiled with his eyes narrowed, speaking cheerfully. He then led Zhao Yang inside.
“Little brats!” The old man shook his head and chastised them in a good-natured manner. He also went in, but he did not stay close to them and instead stood in the back.
After Xuanyuan Mo Ze and Feng Jiu entered, their gazes were drawn to the old man on the main seat, who appeared serene with his cultivation hidden. They couldn’t help but nod inwardly.
The man with a calm demeanor tumed out to be the Heavenly Taoist Master. It would be beneficial for Feng Ye and Zhao Yang to revere him as their teacher.
“Feng Jiu bows to the Taoist Master.” She stepped forward and saluted in a natural and respectful manner.
“Greetings to Heavenly Taoist Master.” Guan Xilin and others saluted one by one as well, but Xuanyuan Mo Ze stood by with his hands clasped behind his back and did not salute.
The Heavenly Taoist Master, who sat in the main seat, looked at Feng Jiu, then at the man who stood with his hands clasped behind his back, dressed in a black robe, and bearing the demeanor of a sovereign descending the world. He gave an inward nod.
He averted his gaze and said to everyone, “There’s no need to be overly polite. Please take a seat.”
“Disciples bow to the Master.”
Feng Ye and Zhao Yang came forward and bowed respectfully to the old man. The two boys knelt on the ground, their foreheads pressed against the ground. They raised their heads and looked at the old man after kowtowing, Their excitement and apprehension could be heard in their childish voice.
“Master, the disciples have returned.”
“Naughty disciples.” The Taoist Master shook his head and looked at them. “I asked you to cultivate in the mountains, but you descended the mountain in secret. Do you recognize your mistakes?”
They both admitted their errors and kowtowed once more. “Master, your disciples are aware of their mistakes.”
Feng Jiu simply smiled when she saw this. After they admitted their mistakes, she looked at Taoist Master. “Taoist Master, Feng Ye is my Little Uncle. I wonder if you’re aware of it?”
Heavenly Taoist Master stroked his beard and nodded. “I am aware of it.”
Feng Jiu advanced and bowed again. “The two of them came down the mountain to find me, Taoist Master. I brought them back this time for two reasons: one, to let them admit their mistakes, and two, to express gratitude to you..”
