Chapter 751: Little Rascal...
When the disciple finally returned, it was already the evening of the eight day.
"The aftermath of the earthquake is so horrendous," he groaned while flopping himself right on the soft patches of grass. "Everyone within the vicinity suffers from nausea and lethargy, and countless houses are destroyed. I went with the other disciples to help rebuild the citizen’s home, that’s why I couldn’t return to the sect these days." He tilted his head and gazed at the elder who was sitting under the huge wisteria tree, his eyes immensely soft. "I’m sorry for being late. Do you miss me?"
He did not deign to answer that impertinent question, having gotten used to the disciple’s lack of caution toward him. But on a closer look, he could tell that the man had gotten a bit thinner, his cheeks sunken and the shadows underneath his eyes dark. It was apparent that he had worked himself day and night before rushing back to the sect in a hurry.
Somewhere inside his heart twinged, and he went inside the house to take a few nourishing elixirs, which he often used to suppress his headaches.
"For me?" the man asked, taken aback.
The disciple’s reaction was quite reasonable, after all he had never given the other anything before. Come to think of it, it might be a little inappropriate. Even though he never asked for it, the inner disciple had always visited him out of goodwill, but he had never done or given anything to him in return.
"Mn," he nodded. "Take this. If you still want something else, tell me."
The inner disciple’s face flushed red and he hurried to refuse, saying that the elder should have just kept the elixirs to himself due to his fragile health.
However, he was unmoved and even said that he would throw the disciple down the mountain if he kept refusing. In the end, the disciple could do nothing but accept it begrudgingly.