"What did you learn from this task?"
That question from the elderly man made Pei Jinye lift his head, his thoughts went around in circles before he played dumb, "What would you like me to say, senior? Or perhaps... did you arrange this task yourself? Frankly speaking, I can never guess what you big shots are thinking."
"Slick," the old man laughed heartily, looking to Lin Xiawei, who was dining beside him, "What do you think about your little junior brother's slickness?"
"Junior brother?" Pei Jinye asked cautiously, "May I ask who my master is?"
"Didn't I tell you about taking you as a disciple?" the old man countered.
"No," Pei Jinye replied innocently, "Senior, is this sort of thing really taken so casually?"
"We act on natural instincts, not like those blockheads at the Judgement Place. Taking disciples is all about fate. When fate arrives, we are master and disciple," the elder stated candidly.
Pei Jinye lowered his gaze, muttering to himself.
