Chapter 21 - 21
Shen Qingqiu was silent for a long time before throwing the metal plate to Ming Fan's chest, letting him take it. Ming Fan secretly peeked at Shizun's expression and found that it wasn't very good. He thought of that stinky brat Luo Binghe; after he went down the mountain, Shizun was picky about the food from the kitchens in every possible way. He hadn't eaten well these days, so Ming Fan asked: "Shizun, should this disciple prepare some snacks?"
Every day, Luo Binghe was taught seriously by the Dream Demon in his dreams and progressed amazingly quickly. He could have taken responsibility long ago; Shen Qingqiu often handed over some of Cang Qiong Mountain sect's trivial internal affairs for him to carry out. After he grew up a little more and went down the mountain to exterminate demons, the Peak Lord's support tasks were also thrown to him. It was to prevent him from loitering about at Shen Qingqiu's side every day. Though he was serviced very comfortably every day, he didn't know if this child had grown crooked or what, sticking to him a little too strongly... Shen Qingqiu would sometimes reflect on this, whether it was because he had doted on him a little too much. If this continued, when the time came, he would have no way to be ruthless and strike him down into the Endless Abyss.
Shen Qingqiu truly didn't have an appetite. He raised his hand: "No need. You can go down."
Ming Fan didn't dare say more and honestly left. In his heart, his face was full of tears. This brat Luo Binghe, in these years he had already become a dearly loved person in Shizun's heart. Other people had no way of letting Shizun drink even a mouthful of congee!
Of course, he hadn't considered the possibility that it was a problem regarding the cook.
After an indeterminable amount of time passed, there was the sound of footsteps approaching again.
Shen Qingqiu said: "Didn't I say it's not needed?"
A young man's voice carrying a hint of grievance said: "This disciple came running back from over thousands of li away. Shizun, are you going to refuse me without even seeing me once?"
This voice was elegant and clear without losing any of a youth's vitality. Hearing it, Shen Qingqiu almost overturned and tumbled onto the ground with his chair. He quickly turned back.
A seventeen-year-old teenager stood like pure jade, dressed in white robes. A hint of a smile lurked at the corners of his lips, his eyes sparkling at him.
Across his back, he carried a precious sword he received from Wan Jian Peak called "Zheng Yang" [1]. The immortal sword was manifested from Luo Binghe's qi and its body was filled with spiritual energy. This was a good, top-grade sword pulled out by Luo Binghe from the rock wall and attracted his fellow disciples' exclamations and praise. But compared to the sword that truly belonged to Luo Binghe, it wasn't in the same league at all.