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"Misha interrupted him, saying, 'What does this have to do with me? I just want to know where my master has gone!'
Elder Tong's tone was filled with anger as he glared at her. 'You ignorant child! Do you even deserve to be called a Qilin, a person of Buddhism's compassion? You've thrown it all to the dogs! I am a Demon Monk! What heart do I have!'
Elder Tong was about to scold her further, but Misha closed her eyes tightly and ignored him. After taking a few deep breaths, Elder Tong still couldn't suppress his fury and left in a huff.
In the courtyard, Old Vine helped him tend to his wounds while the others waited in silence.
After a long while, Misha spoke again, 'My master is missing.'
Sang Qingxiao responded, 'We knew the truth about the Ascend path long before you did. We’ve been trying to find out more. With Elder Tong's knowledge and status, I believe he might know something.'
'We also asked him before,' she continued. 'He said there are terrifying things blocking the way ten thousand miles above. Master Wulian may have been erased by that thing.'
His words were precise and seemed highly credible, but it was precisely such people who required more caution.
'Misha,' Sang Qingxiao advised, 'in times like this, you must not lose your composure. What you need to do now is heal your injuries and strengthen your cultivation; these will aid in finding Master Wulian. During your tribulation, Elder Tong showed concern for you from time to time. Perhaps you can use that to get closer to him.'
Sang Qingxiao's words provided Misha with a direction for her search.
'I acted impulsively,' she admitted.
With that, the sound of Buddhist chanting returned as Misha focused on healing her wounds. Xuan Yin gently tapped Muyu beside her, and the courtyard was filled with a peaceful atmosphere.
After resting for two days and shedding her blood-soaked skin, Misha finally looked somewhat human again. Once she could walk a few steps, her first action was to apologize to Elder Tong.
It was wrong to lose one's temper at someone who had taken her in and cared for her without any shame.
Elder Tong smiled and brushed it off as he intended to draw closer to her.
Once the pretense of being an ordinary person faded away, many questions arose in her mind. Using this as a topic of conversation, Elder Tong spoke candidly, and they enjoyed a pleasant discussion.
Misha captured almost all of Elder Tong's attention, causing him to completely disregard Sang Qingxiao's learning issues.
Tsk, is this how quickly favoritism shows? She felt a bit disheartened.
Misha comforted her, saying, 'I will know more than he does; after some time, I will teach you.'
Sang Qingxiao asked him, 'What have you found out?'
'You guessed correctly; he indeed knows something and is trying to use it as leverage. He dangled information in front of me; when I probed a little deeper, he shrank back into silence, becoming quite secretive. His expression changed quickly too.'"
This old man is quite cunning, and I worry that the final outcome may not be genuine. First, I need to probe his conditions.
Regarding this, I have a vague suspicion. He seems to be interested in me, but whenever we talk, he always steers the conversation toward the Upper Realm. He tries to awaken my longing for it, painting it in an extremely beautiful light. If I hadn't learned about the past of the Cursed Dragon, I might have actually believed him.
It's just a Resplendent Cage after all. He looks at me with curiosity, and once I reveal extraordinary abilities or gain the favor of Treasure like the Black Dragon Clan, I would become a thorn in their side. They would do everything possible to eliminate me.
I don't have a good father like Elder Chief, nor do I possess any mysterious energy. I certainly don't want to drag my friends and family into trouble like he did, only to be suppressed for a thousand years.
Living in the Small Tavern is just fine for me. I tentatively shared my thoughts with Elder Tong, but he flew into a rage and even directed his anger at you, blocking me from getting close to you.
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