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Ye Chuanze couldn't help but raise his head upon hearing the words, meeting Hongjun's gaze. His dark eyes were calm and unruffled, deep and unfathomable, like a thick night. A slight stir occurred in Ye Chuanze's heart; at this moment, he faced Hongjun with reverence, not daring to show any signs of negligence. He revered the Heavenly Dao, uncertain whether the Hongjun after merging with the Dao was still Hongjun or the Heavenly Dao itself. He did not know if Hongjun's attitude towards him remained the same or had changed.
What merging with the Dao truly entailed was known only to Hongjun. Ye Chuanze felt both awe and trepidation towards the Heavenly Dao, which is why he chose to maintain a respectful yet distant demeanor in front of the unknown depths of Hongjun, drawing a deep chasm between them.
Ye Chuanze had always been this way; when faced with things and people that made him uneasy, he instinctively kept his distance—neither too far nor too close, just right. Once he sensed something amiss, he would immediately turn and flee, avoiding any entanglement or harm.
Looking at him, Hongjun said, "There is no need for such formality between you and me. I am your master, and that cannot be changed by anyone, not even the Heavenly Dao."
Upon hearing this, Ye Chuanze finally set aside all his concerns, looked up at Hongjun, and said, "Disciple understands; I feel the same way."
Hongjun's expression softened, and his demeanor became increasingly gentle as he said, "I called you here today because I have something to discuss with you."
Ye Chuanze remained silent, waiting for Hongjun to finish speaking.
"Have you recently obtained a Primordial Gourd beneath Buzhou Mountain?" Hongjun asked.
Upon hearing this, countless speculations flashed through Ye Chuanze's mind. His expression remained unchanged as he calmly replied, "Indeed, that is the case."
"Have you refined that Primordial Gourd?"
"Not yet; I haven't had the chance to refine it."
Hongjun appeared satisfied and said, "In that case, let me help you refine that gourd."
A hint of confusion crossed Ye Chuanze's mind. Why would Hongjun offer to help him refine a magical artifact? Hongjun had always been indifferent to his disciples' matters and rarely intervened unless absolutely necessary, especially for something as trivial as refining a magical artifact. The only explanation was that this particular Primordial Gourd possessed unique qualities.
He speculated inwardly while maintaining a calm expression and simply replied to Hongjun, "I will follow Master’s guidance."
Hongjun's expression flickered with displeasure as he said to him, "If you are unwilling, just say so. I have told you before, I do not like the distance between us; it should not be this way."
Ye Chuanze looked up at him, the corners of his lips slightly curling into a light smile as he replied, "Master, you think too much. With your great abilities, helping me refine a magic treasure is a tremendous favor for me. I am more than happy; how could I possibly be unwilling?" After a brief pause, he continued, "I have never felt any distance between us; this is... this is about respecting my teacher!" Yes... that's it, a good reason! Ye Chuanze silently praised himself in his heart for his cleverness.
Indeed, Ye Chuanze was wary of Hongjun and subconsciously chose to keep his distance, maintaining a respectful yet aloof attitude to avoid leaving any leverage that could later be used against him by either Hongjun or the Heavenly Dao. However, he could not directly express this in front of Hongjun; he wasn't foolish enough to reach that level of stupidity. But Hongjun wasn't foolish either. His attitude towards Hongjun was clearly distant and reserved, so he concocted a reason to deflect and placate Hongjun. He felt that this excuse was quite fitting, without any flaws or weaknesses. Respecting one's teacher—what a good reason! Now even Hongjun would have nothing to criticize or say.
Upon hearing this, Hongjun frowned slightly, his expression seeming displeased, but in the end, he did not say much more and simply stated, "Fine! You may stay at Purple Cloud Palace for now. Once I help you refine your Spiritual Treasure, you can leave."
"Understood," Ye Chuanze replied.
With everything that needed to be addressed taken care of, Hongjun waved his hand, signaling him to leave. Seeing this, Ye Chuanze quietly turned and left.
After exiting the Four Symbols Hall, Haotian was waiting outside. Upon seeing Ye Chuanze come out, he hurried over and said to him, "You’re out!"
Ye Chuanze couldn't help but ask in confusion, "You've been waiting for me all this time?"
"Of course I've been waiting here for you."
"What do you need me for?"
Haotian replied, "The master instructed me to wait for you here and take you to your residence after your discussion with him."
"Why do you need to take me? I know the way," Ye Chuanze said, feeling puzzled.
"Oh! Didn't the master tell you?"
"Told me what?"
"About your new residence!"
“……” Ye Chuanze.
Ye Chuanze was getting more and more confused. “What new residence? Haven't I always lived in the Quiet Harmony Residence of the Northern Courtyard?”
Haotian replied, “The master said to have you change your place of residence.”
“…… Why do I need to change my place of residence?”
“The master didn’t say.”
“Then where has my residence been moved to?” Finally, he asked the key question.
Haotian said, “That’s why I’m waiting for you. Just follow me, and I’ll take you there.”
So Ye Chuanze followed behind him and walked forward. The path became increasingly familiar, and Ye Chuanze began to have a bad feeling in his heart. He quickly asked, “Where are you taking me?”
“Don’t worry, we’ll be there soon,” Haotian said.
Seeing him say this, Ye Chuanze suppressed his emotions and continued to follow him. After a long walk, the two stopped, and in front of Ye Chuanze stood a delicate pavilion crafted by Han Baiyu, with intricately carved beams and painted rafters, exquisite and beautiful. Ye Chuanze was shocked and speechless for a while. After a long time, he stiffly turned his neck to look at Haotian and said with an unpleasant tone, “I’m living here!?”
Haotian nodded and said, “Yes, the master instructed that you will live here from now on.”
“…… What happened to the lotus pond that used to be here!?” Ye Chuanze couldn’t help but raise his voice.
Indeed, the place where Ye Chuanze now lived was not far from Hongjun Palace; it was originally the lotus pond, which had now become this exquisite pavilion.
“The lotus pond is naturally gone; look! It has turned into this pavilion,” Haotian said.
Now, Ye Chuanze was completely at a loss. The fact that the lotus pond had turned into a pavilion wasn’t the main issue; the main issue was why the lotus pond had been transformed into a pavilion! Who on earth had such bizarre thoughts to fill in a perfectly good lotus pond and build a pavilion? The point was that Purple Cloud Palace didn’t lack pavilions! He didn’t lack places to live! The lotus pond was much more beautiful than the pavilion; having a blooming lotus pond outside the palace was truly pleasing to the eye.
Ye Chuanze weakly waved his hand at Haotian and said, "You can go now! I can handle the rest myself."
Upon hearing this, Haotian turned and left.
Ye Chuanze stepped into the pavilion, casually glanced around, feeling disinterested. He was not in the mood to appreciate the room's decor. Noticing a soft couch made of golden silk nanmu wood placed inside, he lay down fully clothed, stretching out his limbs and reclining on the couch. His long hair spread out over it as he let out a comfortable sigh. Today had truly exhausted him both physically and mentally!
Thinking of Hongjun, Ye Chuanze felt a headache coming on.
He was very concerned about the relationship between Hongjun and the Heavenly Dao. This was important; it would determine his future attitude towards Hongjun.
Lying on the soft couch, Ye Chuanze closed his eyes and pondered. Gradually, he allowed his thoughts to sink down, drifting into a light sleep to relax. He felt that he was too tired today and needed to give himself a break.
After a long while, a sudden presence appeared before him, causing Ye Chuanze to abruptly open his eyes.
"Master."
The visitor was none other than Hongjun, standing before him with an indifferent expression, his gaze cold as he looked at him.
Ye Chuanze quickly sat up and asked, "What brings you here?"
Hongjun remained silent, his expression still devoid of any emotion.
"What time is it now?" Ye Chuanze inquired.
Hongjun paused for a moment before replying, "It's getting late."
"Oh? Is it really almost dark?" Ye Chuanze said in surprise, then looked up at Hongjun, only to find him staring back without any expression. A sense of unease flashed through Ye Chuanze. Something seemed off about Hongjun.
With this thought in mind, Ye Chuanze scrutinized Hongjun, carefully examining his face as if trying to discern something unusual. However, the truth was that he couldn't find anything wrong with Hongjun's expressionless face. It was still the same face; he was still the same person—nothing seemed amiss. But… Ye Chuanze couldn't shake off the feeling that something was indeed off about Hongjun.
This is an indescribable feeling, just a feeling, but Ye Chuanze believes in it completely. Hongjun is different from before; the previous Hongjun, although made Ye Chuanze feel wary and apprehensive, was still the person he was familiar with. However, the Hongjun in front of him now feels entirely unfamiliar, which makes him instinctively alert.
"Master, what brings you here?" Ye Chuanze asked calmly, not allowing any emotion to show on his face.
Hongjun's expression was blank as he succinctly replied, "I wanted to see you."
Upon hearing this, Ye Chuanze felt that not only was his expression cold, but even his voice was icy—cold to the bone.
Yes... that's it!
A flash of insight crossed Ye Chuanze's mind, and he suddenly understood what was wrong. The Hongjun before him was too cold. His expression was cold, his voice was cold, and his entire demeanor radiated coldness; he felt utterly devoid of emotion, unlike a living person.
The earlier Hongjun, though indifferent in appearance and cool in tone, still had warmth and expression. Ye Chuanze could gauge Hongjun's mood and thoughts from the subtle changes in his tone and the faint yet discernible expressions on his face.
But the Hongjun before him now had no expression at all; even his tone was chillingly flat, leaving Ye Chuanze feeling as if he were unfathomable.
What on earth is going on?
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