Chapter 181: The Vegetable Farmer Seeks Knowledge
The King of the Underworld strode in with a naturally familiar air, smiling as warm and gentle as jade, the very picture of an elegant gentleman. But the moment he opened his mouth, that gentle image instantly shattered.
“I say, little disciple! Why did you two leave without even saying goodbye? I woke up and you and Night Abyss were both gone! You should’ve at least told me, so I wouldn’t be left wondering. Night Abyss I can understand—he never greets me anyway—but little disciple, don’t you pick up his bad habits! Do you know how long I looked for you two? You can’t imagine how troublesome it is to use tracking spells. I hate using spells the most! If it weren’t for finding you, I wouldn’t have bothered with the Tracing Curse. By the way, was there some emergency? Even if there was, you could’ve told me, little disciple…”
He started rambling endlessly again. The old man beside him was utterly dumbfounded, staring blankly as he tried to catch the key point. Finally, he turned to Yun Jiao and asked, “When did you get another master?!”
Why didn’t he know about this?
Yun Jiao’s face darkened as she shot him a glare. Don’t you have some idea whether I have a master or not?
But the King of the Underworld earnestly explained, “Ah, you misunderstand, fellow Daoist. I’m not little disciple’s master. She’s Night Abyss’s little disciple, not mine. I never take disciples—no little disciples, no big ones either! Taking apprentices is troublesome; I’d rather grow flowers. By the way, are you interested in gardening? Let me tell you, about growing flowers…”
And off he went again. The old man’s temple veins throbbed as he finally snapped, “Who the hell are you?!”
“Oh! I forgot to introduce myself!” The King of the Underworld suddenly remembered and quickly bowed. “My name is Ying Lun. And you, fellow Daoist—how should I address you? Oh, right, I don’t even know little disciple’s name yet. But that’s fine, we’re all friends—once we know each other, we’ll get familiar soon enough! And I can tell, you, like my little disciple here, are fated with the art of gardening. How about we study it together—”
“…Fated, my ass!” The old man’s face twitched violently. So he doesn’t even know the girl’s name?! No wonder he kept calling her “little disciple.” Back outside the temple, he’d only said he was looking for “the one studying in the side hall.” He thought it was someone she had arranged to meet!