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Everybody turned to look, and then they found that there was a man sitting on the main seat of the audience hall of their clan’s door somehow…The very fashionable elderly man was now sipping his tea with aplomb.
The middle-aged man looked down at the small but very deep footprints on the wooden door and turned towards the main hall: “Senior, may I know which expert you are? Why did you come to my White Mountain Sect?”
Grandpa Wu put down the cup of tea in his hand with some disgust, then looked up at the middle-aged man. Hmm… this guy looks a little familiar, but I can’t remember who he is.
The middle-aged man’s eyes widened at the moment Grandpa Wu raised his head. His hands and feet trembled as he shouted, “Are you Elder Wu?”
“You know me?” Grandpa Wu raised his eyebrows.
“Of course, I know you. 23 years ago, I followed my master and had the honor of meeting you once,” the middle-aged man replied excitedly.
“It’s good if you know me. Where’s Gu Rufeng?” Grandpa Wu asked.
“Master is in the backyard wing. I’ll let someone go and ask him over,” the middle-aged man replied. He turned around and asked someone to invite Gu Rufeng, while he himself asked another disciple to serve good tea and set up snacks for Grandpa Wu to enjoy.
Shortly after, an old man with white hair donned in a purple robe walked in. His eyes widened when he saw Grandpa Wu: “Brother Wu, I haven’t seen you for more than 20 years. I trust you’ve been well since we last met, hahahahaha…”
Grandpa Wu held a cup of tea and looked askance at Gu Rufeng with special indifference, leaving him alone from laughing merrily to shrink into dry laughter, laughing at his embarrassment.
“Cough…” When Gu Rufeng heard no response from Grandpa Wu, he could only resolve the embarrassment himself. “Why did Brother Wu suddenly think of finding me?”
“Aren’t you the one who invited me here?” Grandpa Wu said icily.
“What do you mean by that?” Gu Rufeng was surprised.
“Before getting to work, let me ask you something,” Elder Wu put down his tea cup and asked, “Does your White Mountain Sect have a disciple named Qi Changming?”
“Changming?” Gu Rufeng nodded and said, “Changming is my last disciple. Although he is young, he has learned the handed-down teachings of my White Mountain Sect best. Has Brother Wu seen my disciple?”
“I haven’t seen him, but my disciple has,” Grandpa Wu replied.
“Oh~~ Brother Wu, you also took in a disciple.” Gu Rufeng was surprised.
“My disciple also fought with your disciple.” Grandpa Wu said, “However, your disciple’s cultivation is good, and he raised a Ghost King. My disciple is usually lazy and hates studying, and finally lost the fight.”
“Victory and defeat is common in battles. My disciple only won by a fluke, only a fluke,” Gu Rufeng’s eyes were modest but couldn’t hide the smugness deep within.
“Haha…” Grandpa Wu deciphered the smugness on Gu Rufeng’s face and suddenly sneered, “You also know, I have no other shortcomings. I’m just relatively protective of my people’s shortcomings.”
“Uh…” Gu Rufeng’s expression drastically changed. Protective???
“If I beat your disciple, I’m afraid that people will say I’m an old man bullying the young, so I came to find you.” Grandpa Wu looked relaxed, as if he was saying that the weather was good today.
“…” Gu Rufeng stood up from his chair with a clatter, and said nervously, “That-that… Brother Wu, is there any misunderstanding between us?”
“Even if there is a misunderstanding, so what? You see, I have come all the way here by plane just to find trouble with you. Do you think I will give up so easily?” Grandpa Wu laughed lightly, “Am I such a reasonable person in your eyes?”
Reasonable my ass. You’re a f***ing bastard!