It's not easy being a Master

26

After the Sword Competition Assembly, Shen Zhixian went into seclusion once again on the grounds of conditioning his body after his heart attack.

Song Ming sent several disciples to ask what ought to be done with Yan Shen. For several days, they came countless times to Fifth Peak to see Shen Zhixian, only to be turned away every time. The response was the same: Do as the sect leader’s wish. Fifth Peak has nothing to say. 　　

One small disciple even wanted to break into the summit directly, only to find Yan Jin holding a sword at the door!

Although Senior Brother Yan seemed to have no expression on his face, the small disciple clearly felt his murderous aura.

It was within the murderous spirit of “say nothing, ask nothing, just fight.”

The small disciple ran away in fright.

Yan Jin was not murderous for no reason. The other disciples didn’t know the truth and thought that Shen Zhixian was really in retreat. Only Yan Jin knew that Shen Zhixian just didn’t want to see him.

On the seventh day in front of Shen Zhixian’s closed door, Yan Jin finally knelt and called, “Master.”

There was still no response.

Yan Jin was silent for a long time and conscientiously kowtowed three times, whispering, “Master, disciple is leaving now.”

In the end, he couldn’t bear to force Shen Zhixian. If Shen Zhixian didn’t want to see him then he’ll leave for a period of time. Perhaps, by that time, Master’s anger would have died down.

Yan Jin stood up. Many things had happened in such a short period of time. Perhaps, he really should leave for a while to calm down...Master, Sui Xian.

He chewed on these two words and walked back, feeling upset. His pace was not as smooth as usual, his attention not as sharp as usual. The window that had been closed for many days quietly opened to reveal a trace of green.

It wasn’t until Yan Jin’s figure had completely disappeared that the slit at the window quietly closed once again. After a while, the door squeaked open and a young man in white came out.

He had an incredibly refined and noble appearance. His eyes were clear and pure, and when he leisurely shook out his fan, it made him looked very lively--the kind of liveliness that often made people draw swords and dance and write about.

Noble and reckless. These were two contradictory words that described him perfectly, that balanced on his features harmoniously.

He walked out leisurely, took a deep breath, and a relaxed and easy smile stretched over his lips. “...Any longer, and I would have died in that room.”

The door was half-opened, revealing a table. Sitting at the table was Shen Zhixian, who was raising his hand to calmly pour tea.

The young man in white folded his fan and rapped the tip against the door. Shen Zhixian was alerted and turned to look over, setting aside the teacup as he did so.

“Elder Shen, I’ll be troubling you during this time.” The young man in white clasped his hand in a respectful bow. The puppet in the room raised his hand with a gentle expression. As he did so, his sleeves swayed, exuding a faint fragrance. 　　

The young man in white carefully looked over the person in the room and, finally at ease, folded his fan before turning away smartly to leave.

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Meanwhile, Yan Jin silently went down the mountain. Feeling at a loss, he turned around a few times to look at the mountain peak that he’d lived in for several years.