Shui Hetong gave a bitter smile. "Master, you... why must you worry Junior Sister Xiao like that?"
"What do you know?"
"Divination and numerology are a grand Dao—seventy percent truth, thirty percent falsehood. I wasn't finished speaking, but you had to butt in. Aren't you turning all my words into lies?"
"Yes... This disciple was wrong..."
Watching the master and disciple bicker, Xiao Jinghong couldn't help but smile wryly.
Immortal Bai was just as the rumors described: a bit of a scoundrel, with none of the airs of a lofty grandmaster.
Fortunately, he and Li Wudang were the closest of friends, so he wouldn't hold any ill intentions toward a junior like her.
After a moment's thought, Xiao Jinghong spoke up, "Master Bai, a few days ago, Granny Shan mentioned you. She said that when you arrived in Shu State, she..."
Before she could finish, Immortal Bai raised a hand to cut her off. "That old hag wishes I would never set foot in Shu State. Pay her no mind."
