Chapter 135 – Tensions (II)

Chapter 135

Tensions (II)

Strangely, only Wan Lan agreed to come along.

Long Tao… well, he was hiding in the corner, brooding over something.

Xi Zhao said he had to ‘meditate upon his heart’, though he was probably just a touch too embarrassed to share a meal with that young woman.

Dai Xiu said she had to ‘make sure Junior Brother meditates properly’; it’s kind of cute how jealous she is without realizing it. It’s not ‘romantic’ jealousy–far from it–she simply fears that some stranger will take away her Junior Brother. Just your average sisterly possessiveness.

Light, on the other hand, was a bit more blunt, simply saying, ‘If that strange woman is going to be there, I’m not going!’.

Thus, only Wan Lan agreed to come with me.

Old Zemin seemed a bit surprised when only the two of us emerged from the tent, though he didn’t ask any questions, thankfully. As for whether I felt safe leaving them alone? I mean, they weren’t alone–Long Tao was there. They were far safer than even I was.

We didn’t walk far–perhaps forty yards or so–to the encirclement of much taller and fancier-looking tents. As always, comfort wasn’t for the peasants, I guess.

Though the night was descending, the roaring flames made it seem as though it was day. There were several table arrangements, and though quite a few eyes glanced over at us, they weren’t being overtly hostile–likely because of the old guy by our side.

He led us to the centermost table, where that Yahui girl and that rude guy from earlier also sat, alongside a few more other youngbloods and a few more older guys.

There wasn’t any food on the table just yet, though the scent…

Ah. It’s enough.

I can smell the spices. My brain lit up like I imagine an addict’s would, but I didn’t care. I’m going to eat a meal with spices. I mean, I hope; it’s not going to be one of those scenarios where they literally give the two of us some oiled-up fat and they keep all the good stuff for themselves?

Please don’t! You can insult me as much as you want, call me names, and look at me with as much hostility as you’d like, but don’t play with a guy’s hunger…

“You’ve already met Yahui,” Old Zemin spoke up as we sat down on the bench. “That young man next to her is our Sect Master’s one and only disciple and the brightest star of our Sect–Yu Bao. He’d reached Foundation Establishment before turning sixteen and is likely to break through into the Spirit Manifestation Realm within the next year. You will seldom find a more talented youth than him!” Well, here’s one by my side. And four more back over in the tent.

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Not that I would ever say it out loud.

Besides, the rude guy didn’t even acknowledge me, trying to pry Yahui girl into a conversation that she was desperately trying to pry herself out of.

“I have indeed never seen a young hero like him before.” Look, I can kiss ass with the best of them. And if that’s what I have to do to have a proper meal? Hell, I’ll kiss ass. “Your sect is blessed, Old Zemin,” he’d asked me to call him that again and seemed affronted that I’m not, so I really had no choice.

“Ho ho, indeed. It’s not just Yu Bao, either–all children here are extremely talented and have all reached Foundation Establishment before turning twenty.” Yeah, well, I have a girl in a tent that will likely reach it before she turns seven, so, you know…

If only I could brag about my monster disciples. That’s basically the one bad thing about having them–you can never tell anyone.