"Thirty years, and you finally deign to visit your master?" the Zi Xuan Hermit sat on the red nanmu Taishi chair, one hand supporting his sleeve, the other steeping a pot of Spiritual Tea.
He shook it, sealed it.
From beginning to end, he didn't glance at Lin Xianzhi even once.
"Please punish me, Master. Xianzhi is merely a nominal disciple, yet I've troubled my master with concerns," Lin Xianzhi kowtowed again, bowing down, with Lin Shiming following suit beside him.
The old Zi Xuan remained indifferent, picking up the tea cup, sniffing its fragrance, and then taking a delicate sip.
After a long while, he sighed.
"You know, I can settle that matter for you!"
The words spoken so lightly, yet no one doubted the power behind them.
"Xianzhi is but a mere nominal disciple. How could I dare to have Master break Sect rules on my behalf?"
