493 Chapter 479 Coveting_1
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In the serene bamboo chamber of South Yue City,
Mr. Zhuang opened his eyes; they had paled slightly and with a hint of helplessness, he said,
"Having a disciple too clever can also be a troublesome matter..."
"Once clever, they think too much, and without caution, they stumble upon matters they shouldn't have..."
Old Kui, who was carving a little tiger out of wood for Mo Hua, paused and frowned at these words:
"Calculated against again?"
Mr. Zhuang shook his head, "Almost." He sighed softly, "Fortunately, the child is clever..."
He knew how to use the Earth Dao Meaning to mask his own aura; otherwise, if that person really saw his face, it would've required more effort.
Lost in thought for a moment, Old Kui said quietly:
"It's been a long time since Mo Hua came back..."
Mr. Zhuang's face was slightly pale, but upon hearing these words, his eyebrows lifted slightly, and he smiled faintly:
"What, do you miss him?"
Old Kui ignored him, silently continuing to carve the little tiger in his hands.
Previously, Mo Hua had come to him, saying he might need a lot of little tigers and asked him to help carve some.
Now he had carved quite a few little tigers, but Mo Hua had not come home.
A moment later, Old Kui sighed, expressing his frustration:
"I've run out of pine nuts, and there's no one to roast them for me."
Mr. Zhuang suggested:
"Why not let Zisheng roast them for you? He's my disciple and, by extension, your junior; it's only right for him to render such a service."
Old Kui was somewhat disdainful, "Disciples of the Bai Family are only good for waving around blades and spears, nothing else."
"You sure are picky..." Mr. Zhuang shook his head.
Old Kui paid him no mind, only thinking about when Mo Hua would return.
But he couldn't figure it out, so he asked Mr. Zhuang:
"How much longer?"
Mr. Zhuang pinched his fingers and cast his gaze toward the distant mines, his eyes flickering as he slowly said:
"Soon, I think..."
Mr. Zhuang's expression was profound.
"He has mastered the Formation."
"That item is almost refined."
"Corpse Qi is spreading, Heavenly secrets are sullied."
"This calamity facing South Yue City is not minor; it remains to be seen how the child will handle it..."
Old Kui nodded.
Mr. Zhuang looked again towards the mines outside the city.
Above the mines were the mining cultivators, toiling in their wretched fate.
They knew nothing and still toiled diligently every day.
Mr. Zhuang lamented, "Whenever a great calamity befalls the heavens and the earth, it's always the cultivators at the very bottom who suffer the most..."
"You're being sentimental again."
Old Kui's voice sounded wooden.
Mr. Zhuang laughed at himself:
"No helping it, I'm getting old."
Old Kui looked at Mr. Zhuang, his eyes revealing deep regret and melancholy.
He said nothing and continued to lower his head, carving the little tiger.
Stroke after stroke, his technique was skilled, and the wood shavings fell as the little tiger's form became naturally defined.
Then, the bamboo chamber became suddenly quiet.
After a while, Old Kui suddenly said, "I'll kill your senior brother."
Mr. Zhuang was taken aback.
"Kill him, and you could live a few more years," Old Kui's voice was cold and sharp.
Warmth surged in Mr. Zhuang's heart; a serene smile appeared on his refined face.