Chapter 4112 — Take Care of Yourself
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
Since he could not dissuade Wei Zhao, Di Xingdao simply turned to recounting, drop by drop, the insights he had gathered over his years of cultivation, so that the younger man might have something to refer to in his future practice—so that even if danger came, he would know what he faced.
Cultivation insights—and above all those of a legendary master like Di Xingdao—were, wherever they might be found, genuine treasures beyond price, goods no amount of spirit jade could buy. Di Xingdao's generosity in sharing them with Wei Zhao was, in its own way, a form of repayment, for Wei Zhao was nothing less than the benefactor who had given him a second life.
Of course, Wei Zhao's connection with Tianchan was another important reason. Otherwise Di Xingdao would at most have done Wei Zhao a few services in return, and would never have taught him with such wholehearted devotion.
The two talked on by candlelight until the sky grew bright, showing not the slightest weariness—rather, they grew ever more animated.
Glancing at the light outside, Di Xingdao proposed, "Come walk with me. Shall we carry on our talk as we go? Now that I think of it, it has been many years since I last stepped out of this room. I hardly know whether the world outside has changed..."
Wei Zhao smiled. "How could I refuse?"
The two went out side by side, strolling through the courtyards of the Elixir Hall, chatting and laughing with great relish—and at once drew a crowd of Elixir Hall disciples, who gathered round to stare.
Di Xingdao was a legendary figure in the truest sense, a being they would ordinarily never lay eyes on. What was more, they had always known him for a broken man. That he should step out and walk about today—and by the look of him, was he fully recovered?
Word that Di Xingdao, once vice-island master of Middle Island and a figure of legend, had recovered from his injuries spread like wildfire; within moments it had raced through every corner of the Elixir Hall.
Soon the two came upon Tianchan, who had hurried over at the news. But when Wei Zhao saw Zheng Tianshuo appear behind her, his expression turned cold at once. This pest, this clinging fool!
Looking at Di Xingdao, who seemed reborn, Zheng Tianshuo could not help blurting in disbelief, "You... Lord Tian, have you recovered?"
Even as he spoke, a stir ran through the crowd. This time the newcomer was none other than the man who now wielded the highest authority in the Elixir Hall—the hall's vice master, Zheng Dongjue.
Di Xingdao shot Zheng Tianshuo a glance, then deliberately raised his voice for all around to hear: "Tianchan is a sister of my Tian family from the mortal world. From now on, she is kin to me, Di Xingdao. Let those who harbor ill designs against her take heed. Should anyone truly provoke my sister, I will show no mercy—and I trust you have all heard tales of how decisively I deal death. Take care of yourselves."
The crowd gazed at Tianchan with open envy, exchanging glances among themselves. Di Xingdao's words were plainly aimed at someone. Given his status and standing, even though he was no member of the Elixir Hall, the deterrent force of his words was unmatched; no one would dare provoke the sister he had acknowledged with his own lips. (To be continued...)