Chapter 960 – White, Vegetables (2/2)

Xuanyuan Po did not retort, remaining silent. He knew that these words were very reasonable. If he had not been selected and nurtured by the tribe, he would not have had the chance to go to the capital, much less meet Chen Changsheng and Luoluo to eventually become the Orthodox Academy's third student.

As he watched the Bear tribe leader's stalwart body gradually vanish into the darkness, Xuanyuan Po suddenly thought of Tang Thirty-Six.

If Tang Thirty-Six had heard those words, he would definitely have teased, ”Your butt is so big, one stool wouldn't be enough.”

Yes, why trouble himself over which side his butt should sit on? Why not just sit on two stools at the same time?

Xuanyuan Po instantly felt much lighter, and he turned and walked into the depths of the alley.

The soldiers of the Bear tribe guarded the perimeter, the Tang clan experts and several cultivators from the south occupied the high ground, and the priests of the Daoist Church of the Western Wastes stood guard outside the alley.

The small alley itself was very quiet, without a single sound.

The nearby temple to the Celestial Tree was abnormally quiet in the darkness, and he could faintly smell the odor of lantern oil.

In the deepest part of the alley was the small courtyard that Xuanyuan Po had lived in for several years.

He opened the gate and walked in. He crossed the yard of white stones and took off his shoes. After washing his feet in clean water, he stood on the wooden floorboards.

He glanced at the short pine against the white walls as he took in a deep breath to calm his mind, then walked into the room.

Though the small courtyard seemed quiet, it actually concealed many people. Besides those ordered to protect him, there were also many people watching him with cold gazes.

Those gazes came from various tribes, from the Council of Elders, from the Great Western Continent, and, of course, most of them came from the Demi-human Court.

If someone discovered that the two Divine Domain experts wanted by the court were living in this small courtyard…

Xuanyuan Po was sure that these tribal soldiers, priests, or cultivators would be able to prevent this courtyard from being crushed flat.

Bie Yanghong and Wuqiong Bi's wounds seemed to be… a bit better?

Xuanyuan Po did not understand the medical arts, so he could not be sure.

After losing her arm, Wuqiong Bi had lost a great deal of blood. Her face was still pale, but she had completely devoured the steamed buns from this morning.

Bie Yanghong was still sitting where he was last night, an easygoing expression on his face.

Xuanyuan Po noticed that the hue of the crystals on the floor had grown much fainter and the wooden pagodas had apparently moved.

”Is… Sir still okay?”

In the rather dim light of the room, he found it impossible to make out whether that aura of death on Bie Yanghong's face had vanished or not.

Bie Yanghong gently replied, ”It's a little better, but I'm a little hungry.”

Xuanyuan Po woke from his stupor and hurriedly turned to go and make dinner.

As he pushed at the paper door, he paused. Turning around, he bowed to Bie Yanghong and earnestly said, ”Thank you, Sir.”

He was thanking Bie Yanghong for their conversation this morning.

To any cultivator, the fighting experience of a supreme expert of the continent was a most precious harvest.

After leaving the room, he took out a few pieces of firewood from the pile to start a fire and begin cooking.

He had not kept many winter vegetables in the house, so he only made two simple vegetable dishes and a stew of dried meat and potatoes.

Bie Yanghong took the food and voiced his thanks.

Wuqiong Bi still had a nasty complexion, but she ultimately resisted the urge to say anything unpleasant, only grunting twice.

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1.This is a quote from the 'Mencius', a collection of anecdotes from the famous Chinese philosopher Mencius.