From that day on, I lived in the straw hut, not allowed to leave the confines of the back mountain, assigned the heavy responsibility of 'accompanying Ancestor in seclusion'!
I accompanied for thirty years!"
Chen Yan frowned, looking at Brother Yun Zhao's resentful expression with confusion: "... Being valued by the Ancestor of the clan, serving by their side for thirty years — that's a good thing!
The Ancestor must have taught you a lot of Divine Techniques or given you some inheritance or blessing.
How could this be a bad thing! It's practically a heaven-sent fortune."
Upon hearing this, Brother Yun Zhao laughed.
This smile... how should I put it.
Four words: Love nothing at all!
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"Benefits? Divine Techniques? Inheritance or blessing?" Brother Yun Zhao chuckled: "Fellow Daoist... if there were such benefits, why would I be in this mood now?
