"I understand, Master."
Zhao Huanzhen felt somewhat aggrieved, but he quickly remembered something and immediately asked, "Master, since you can think of it, isn't it impossible for other Nascent Soul cultivators not to think of it? Why has no one troubled Zhou Sui?"
He looked curiously at his master.
"What do you mean, 'If I can think of it, other cultivators can't possibly not think of it?'"
"Do you think I'm that stupid in your mind?"
Daoist Wuwei looked at his disciple with a displeased expression, considering whether to expel this defiant disciple from his sect.
Staying with this foolish disciple was too taxing on his heart.
"No no no, Master."
"In my mind, Master is certainly the most wise and heroic, how could you possibly be stupid?"
"Without Master, I would have died many times over."
"I am just curious why nobody dares to mess with the Xuanhuang Sect."
Knowing he was out of line, Zhao Huanzhen immediately started to try and flatter his master.
