"Um... ahem..."
Sun Zimei's old face flushed red, and for a moment, he didn't know how to explain.
This was utterly unreasonable!
Where had this little errand boy come from, and how dared he sneak into the back mountains?
If he had gone in, fine, but how could he emerge unscathed?
Where would this put Sun Zimei's old face?
After much deliberation, he could only mumble: "Coincidence! This must be a coincidence!"
This little errand boy is just incredibly lucky. He didn't encounter any yaosu (monsters), and look at his clothes—not a single tear. Obviously, he didn't run into any danger.
At this point, he finally found an excuse, and the dignity of a master once again rested upon him.
He became stern and warned his disciple: "Not every trip into the mountains will bring such luck. Do you understand?"
The disciple nodded mechanically, "I understand, disciple."
Seeing that the disciple didn't seem entirely convinced by his explanation, Sun Zimei, just as the young errand boy was passing by, raised his hand to call him over for a detailed interrogation.
However.
Before Sun Zimei could even react.
Su Bai brushed past him, merely nodding slightly and saying, "Greetings, Elder," before striding away.
"Hey! You wait..."
Before Sun Zimei could finish, Su Bai was already making his way down the mountain.
In Su Bai's eyes,
If it weren't for the sake of politeness, he wouldn't have bothered with that greeting at all.
After all, he now belonged to someone greater.
Kowtowing to others would only tarnish the reputation of that superior.
Moreover,
This continent was ruled by the strong.
His current strength far exceeded that of Elder Sun.
If they were to compete, just a fart from Su Bai could take half of Elder Sun's life.
Recalling the past,
Elder Sun's domineering behavior towards the errand boys,
That gaze that viewed him as nothing more than weeds, cold and emotionless,
Su Bai would never forget it for the rest of his life.
Even when his sister was gravely ill, even after he knelt and begged, Elder Sun never spared him even a single herb.
With Su Bai's current strength,
Not seeking revenge was already a sign of his generosity.
By the time Su Bai was completely out of sight, Sun Zimei finally snapped back to reality.
He angrily demanded, "Did you remember the face of that errand boy?"
"Yes, I remember!" the disciple immediately replied.
"Go!"
"After returning, even if you have to turn the entire errand boy quarters upside down, you must find that errand boy for me."
"He must learn what it means to respect his betters and what it means to rule by strength!"
"I have it, disciple."
"Master, don't worry. I will definitely teach that insolent brat a lesson!"
The disciple pledged repeatedly.
Sun Zimei nodded in satisfaction.
Then, with a wave of his hand, he said, "Come, let's head into the mountains first. I'll take you on a training session to experience the fear of powerful monsters!"
"Once you venture deep into the mountains, you'll understand why I said that errand boy was just lucky."
"The depths of the mountain are filled with unimaginable horrors!"
Listening to this, the disciple became even more nervous.
He stammered, "Master, um, maybe we should go into the mountains another day..."
"With me here, what are you afraid of?"
Sun Zimei frowned in displeasure but still comforted him: "Don't worry. As long as we don't go into the very depths, we won't encounter monsters at the Great Immortal level or higher. I can naturally protect you!"
After saying this, he forcibly pulled the disciple along and sped deeper into the mountain.
After venturing a bit deeper, Sun Zimei spoke again to warn his disciple.
"Son, we're close to the depths of the mountains now. Powerful monsters like those of the Sun and Moon Immortal Realm can appear at any time, and even true Great Immortal-level monsters are likely to be encountered. Stick close to me!"
The disciple, hearing this, quickly grabbed his master's sleeve.
His face was pale as he nervously looked around, afraid of being ambushed by a monster.
However,
Even after the two ventured further into the mountains again, they still didn't encounter any monsters.
Not a single Great Immortal-level monster, nor even a Sun and Moon Immortal Realm beast could be seen.
"That's strange..."
Sun Zimei stopped, furrowing his brow in thought.
Usually, when he took disciples into the deep mountains for training, he would encounter at least three or five Great Immortal-level monsters without going this deep.
But this time, even after venturing this far, they hadn't even spotted a hair of a monster?
What was going on?

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