Bai Changfeng heard this, and the bit of discomfort in his heart turned into some guilt, "It's my fault, I misunderstood Master."
"It's just a misunderstanding, as long as it's clarified. You're my disciple, my carefully chosen disciple—"
Master Qu Lin threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray on the armrest next to him.
"In my whole life, I've only taken you as my disciple. Naturally, I have expectations for you. No matter what, I wouldn't want you to be involved."
Bai Changfeng was moved in his heart, "Yes..."
"Alright, there's nothing more to say about this matter. It was indeed my oversight before. The Abbot is right, it's my fault for causing the current situation, and it's normal for you to misunderstand. It's good that it's clarified."
Master Qu Lin cleared the phlegm in his throat, "It's getting late, and you've had a long day, it's almost dawn. You should go back and rest."
