Chang'sheng just melted right into the throne, looking like a boneless jelly.
His eyes were lifeless, eyelids drooping.
Ugh...
Why did I even take disciples...
Ugh...
I thought disciples were supposed to help me enjoy my retirement...
How come I'm busier than ever instead of getting my chill time...
Chang'sheng started missing his pre-disciple days...
Sleeping when he wanted, eating when he liked, drinking whenever.
Planting flowers, growing trees.
Raising cute little pets.
Bored? Draw something, dabble in calligraphy, or noodle around with medicinal pills and formations.
Now THAT was the life...
And now?
Now!
Say no more, Chang'sheng was just radiating regret, and even the way he looked at Hong Ying was starting to get pretty unfriendly.
Hong Ying giggled lightly, saying, "Master, don't give me that look, your disciple's really got no choice, so I had to bother you."
"Whatever, whatever." Chang'sheng waved her off, "Spit it out already."
