"Sigh, the matter of cutting ties years ago, it could also be blamed on Master's temper..." Yuan Buyu least wanted to bring up those past events,
it was too heartbreaking.
"Master, I don't blame him. He was like a toad practicing martial arts, with only such limited reach. He didn't have the ability to help me." Feng Moyan said, "Senior Brother, let's not talk about depressing stuff. How about we talk about your disciple instead... You, as always, have no eye for picking apprentices."
"You motherfucker, we agreed not to talk about depressing things, and you bring up the most depressing topic."
Yuan Buyu cursed with a laugh.
During his younger years, he took in four disciples,
the first stole his woman,
the second stole his reputation,
the third stole his money,
the fourth, obedient as they were, killed the previous three disciples for him, but ended up going mad and locked themselves in the Blood Well.
Zhou Xuan was his fifth disciple.
