Unsheathed

Two Daoist priests, one old and one young, walked along the bank of a large lake in the Middle Earth Divine Continent. The autumn wind rustled the trees and plants, and the old Daoist priest said to his disciple that he was going to visit an old friend.

The young disciple didn't ask about who it was, nor did he ask about the cultivation base of this old friend. There was no need to ask these questions.

Back then, they had been turned back by a scholar at that solitary island in the sea.

Afterward, the young Daoist priest had sighed with emotion regarding his master's cultivation, especially after his master revealed that the scholar wasn't a terrestrial immortal, nor was he at the Unpolished Jade Tier, the Immortal Tier, or the Ascension Tier. The young Daoist priest had initially wanted to console his master, but upon seeing his master's indifferent demeanor, he had ultimately decided against saying anything. This was also good. His master was poor at slaying demons and vanquishing fiends, while his Dao power was also a pathetic mess. This was seemingly a very good match?

His master had brought him to the Middle Earth Divine Continent afterward, visiting their upper sect, Mount Longhu. However, Zhang Shanfeng's master had left him at the foot of the mountain, causing him to feel slightly disappointed. He felt like his master wasn't high-ranking and influential enough, leaving him unable to bring an extra person into the mountain. As such, Zhang Shanfeng hadn't said anything about this.

His master had simply said that he wanted to ask those esteemed Daoist priests for a favor. If he succeeded, then Zhang Shanfeng could enter the mountain as well. Hearing this, Zhang Shanfeng had asked his master to put in some more effort and be more friendly with those esteemed Daoist priests, and not to be as indifferent as he was back home. After all, it was completely up to his master's performance whether he could visit the Heavenly Master Residence or not.

Zhang Shanfeng's master had replied that there was nothing to worry about, and that he could trust his master.

A look of grief had appeared in Zhang Shanfeng's eyes. He had cultivated at Ground Lying Peak for so many years, yet what had his master achieved there? Daoist priests from the other branches would occasionally visit to discuss matters with his master, yet he would either be sound asleep or he would ask Zhang Shanfeng or his elderly senior brothers to help him avoid the meetings.

As time went on, the Daoist priests from the Profound Dawn Branch, the White Cloud Branch, and the Secret Profound Branch would immediately sigh when they came to discuss matters but were greeted by Zhang Shanfeng. They would turn around and leave without any hesitation. Even though it was completely reasonable for disciples to help alleviate troubles for their masters, it was taking things too far to have them face the troubles head-on every single time by themselves, no?

The old Daoist priest had descended the mountain soon after ascending, saying that he had no luck in his discussions with the esteemed Daoist priests. His disciple would most likely have no opportunity to visit the Heavenly Master Residence to broaden his horizons.

Zhang Shanfeng had replied that this was okay, and he even said a few words to console his master.

The old Daoist priest was extremely grateful, and he had remarked with emotion that his disciple was truly caring and considerate toward his master.