C67 (1/2)

Concealment was the mediocrity of Confucianism. High profile actions were easy to notice and easy to be targeted, this was what shooting the bird at the head meant. If one could hibernate for a safe period, at that time, they could soar into the sky and no one would be able to stop them. Safety was more important than victory. For people like Deng Fei, safety was victory.

Deng Fei nodded his head. Although he did not quite understand the meaning behind this, his teacher was not wrong. Only a few of his senior brothers knew of his breakthrough.

Deng Fei was still young, he did not even have the ability to protect himself. If he was too ostentatious, any random person that came while they were not around would be able to kill him, and then, whatever genius or talent he had, they would all be useless. You have to live for that!

Zhu Di and the others had a deep understanding of this matter. After they entered the mountain gate and displayed an astonishing talent, there was the expulsion of fellow sect members and the schemes of other sects. The most dangerous one was just about the fact that there was now a huge scar on their backs.

”Don't worry, Master. There's us too. Junior apprentice-brother still has us to take care of him.”

”That's right. If Youngest junior brother runs a restaurant, who would think that he's a martial arts practitioner?”

”I'm relieved to see you two like this.” Pan Jiang looked at his disciples with unspeakable happiness. Helping each other and helping each other, only by doing this could they get further and further on the road to shame the two of them.

”All of you, hurry up and eat. I'm afraid you won't be able to eat anything else when you go back.”

”Master, if you want to eat it, I can leave a menu for you. It would be the same if you gave it to the chef in the sect!”

”It's not the same. Forget it, let's eat.” Pan Jiang wanted to say something, but he just smiled and said nothing. Was the food his disciple cooked for him the same as the food others cooked for him?

Outside the dojo, Duan Jia and Huang Goudan were trembling in fear. They thought that the two of them had left a long time ago, but they didn't do so since yesterday. The reason was — Pan Jiang had been waiting for them below, and then — Pan Jiang had forgotten about them …

”I think I smell something delicious!” Duan Jia was on the verge of going into a daze. She thought that there was something important that would happen if Pan Jiang decided to keep them here, but after staying for so long, she still didn't say anything to them. It made their hearts tremble, as they hadn't eaten or slept at all.

”There seems to be the smell of fried chicken and red-braised pork ribs.” The egg twitched its nose and stuck close to the window, intoxicated by the taste of the meal. However, it just sat there obediently, not daring to take another step further.

What a joke! He was someone who was even more terrifying than his father! Duan Jia had said that even their special bullets would be useless against him! It was said that a mighty elder like him was temperamental and could kill at any moment. He didn't dare to defy Pan Jiang's words!

It looks like there are a lot of dishes today. I can't take it anymore. I can't take it anymore!” Duan Jia was about to lose consciousness. He was about to faint from hunger! He had not eaten for who knows how long. Even if he was on a mission, he had never suffered like this. He even brought a fast food when he was on a mission!

The two pitiful people were trapped inside the car. They were tired, hungry, and afraid of getting off the car. They were afraid that Pan Jiang would come find them at some point. From Pan Jiang's appearance, it seemed as if he had something to talk to them about …

Pan Jiang didn't allow them to drink too much, and the rest were all replaced with drinks. In the end, Zhang Qian was not spared, and was full of water. For the first time, the dishes were left on the table.