The masked man naturally wouldn't give up on his good teacher. He decided to look for him again, hoping to bring him back. Even if the good teacher was unwilling, with his silver tongue, he could persuade him to return.
"Return... to the bamboo house?"
Aunt Qiu was visibly stunned by his words, a trace of disbelief flashed in her eyes.
"Master, didn't you say the bamboo house is no longer safe?"
When they left the bamboo house, they destroyed everything that could be destroyed. If not for the fear of burning it down entirely, they would have set it on fire.
Now they were being told to return. What did this mean?
"You two good-for-nothings, they won't lay a finger on you. Just go back when you're told. What's with the fuss?" The masked man was unconcerned, snorted coldly, and then turned and left.
"How could it be like this?"
Aunt Qiu incredulously watched the departing back of the masked man.
