Chapter 3020 — Old Man Wei's Concern
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"Heh... I'm back!" Warmth spread through Wei Zhao's heart. Judging by last time's experience, the old man had been waiting here for him a whole night and a whole morning. Though the old man put on an air of indifference, as if he were merely enjoying the cool in the yard... but who in the hell sits enjoying the cool under the blazing midday sun?
"Why did it take you so long to get back?" Old Man Wei asked, seemingly offhand, as though he hardly cared.
"Ran into some trouble. Three Heaven-Rank experts, enemies." Wei Zhao spoke calmly.
"Three Heaven-Rank? Here?" Old Man Wei's expression sharpened. "How did they get here? What faction were they with?"
In that instant, Wei Zhao suddenly felt an indescribable domineering air radiating from Old Man Wei, one that left even him—an early-stage Heaven-Rank expert—feeling suppressed. Fortunately, once the old man finished speaking, his expression returned to normal.
"Four cultivators who happened to be passing through. They weren't after me—but all four of them had ties to me!" And with that, Wei Zhao recounted in detail to Old Man Wei who these four were, where they came from, and how they had died.
"Oh? Ergoudan killed one? Just as well he went up the mountain—otherwise you'd have been done for out there alone!" Old Man Wei gave a displeased snort. "Next time you run into trouble, call me directly!"
"Will do. But right now, isn't everything fine?" Wei Zhao smiled. "Old man, thank you for waiting a day and a night for me."
"Waiting for you? What would I wait for you for? I was sunning myself!" Old Man Wei said flatly. "You go up the mountain and you don't even think to bring me back a bit of game to eat? Where's your filial piety, eh?"
Wei Zhao was startled, then suddenly remembered: his whole reason for going into the mountains had been to hunt some game, but after running into the Heaven-Rank freak and Old Six, Old Seven, and Old Twelve, he had clean forgotten about it. Once his strength recovered, he had simply come back. Ergoudan had bagged plenty, but Wei Zhao had forgotten to ask him for any!
"I knew you were an unreliable brat. Forget it—I'll just make myself some noodles!" Old Man Wei rose to his feet and made for the house to cook.
"Old man, let me!" Wei Zhao hurried to get there first, lighting the fire and making ready to cook. Lighting a fire was simplicity itself for Lin—he treated it as condensing forging flame, and set every stick of firewood in the stove ablaze at once.
Noodles were Wei Zhao's specialty. Back then it was these noodles that had won over the young miss and little Shu, making them accept him—and the old man, too, was happy to eat the noodles Wei Zhao cooked.
"Not in a hurry to see what you brought back?" Old Man Wei asked, watching Wei Zhao bustle about.
"Haven't I not eaten either?" Wei Zhao laughed. "Food first, then we'll talk."
Old Man Wei watched Wei Zhao's busy back and nodded in satisfaction...
After they had eaten, Wei Zhao returned to his room to study the day's gains. As for those three peerless Heaven-Rank divine weapons, he had no mind to examine them. Precious as they might appear, Wei Zhao simply had none of the cultivation methods to wield them!
And it was at moments like this that the gulf between a loose cultivator like Wei Zhao and the ancient sects became plain. In the scripture pavilions of the ancient sects were countless cultivation methods for wielding Heaven-Rank divine weapons—and Wei Zhao knew not a single one of them. (To be continued)