"I'm ruined, ruined, ruined!"
A figure shouting about ruin brushed past Qiu Wuxing, who was leaving the courtyard, and those who had not yet left noticed that this loudly complaining newcomer was dressed in the attire of the Immortal Palace's law enforcement.
"Little Cao, why didn't you give me a heads up before deciding to take on a disciple?"
Facing the questioning, Cao Zhen realized that the voice belonged to Beichen Ying, whom he hadn't seen for many days. He hastily cupped his fists and said, "Beichen senior, it's been a long time. Ruined what? I didn't plan on taking a disciple; this time was an accident."
"Ah!" Beichen Ying raised his hand to his forehead in a classic 'you're killing me' gesture and said, "You, boy, are you out of your mind? A talent like Yi Sheng, who appears once in a hundred years—how could the betting parlor not open a market on which peak she would join?"
