strictlysupreme Chapter 31 The moon's reflections ease slightly; Han Yi hides in his room, fearing punishment.
Chapter 31 The moon's reflections ease slightly; Han Yi hides in his room, fearing punishment.
Xuan Kongzi didn't look at her again, leaving behind a harsh remark before turning and leaving. He didn't know what to say to her. Granny Wang was left alone in the kitchen, a hint of loneliness flashing in her eyes, but quickly replaced by determination. She knew her choice might not be understood by others, but she would never regret it.
After Granny Wang cleared up her doubts, Mingyue no longer forced Han Yi to reveal his love, but kept that selfish feeling hidden in her heart. Seeing the flowers bloom was enough, so why be so fixated on for whom the flowers bloomed?
After searching the quiet room thoroughly to no avail, Han Yi was now tidying it up efficiently. The room was so quiet that time seemed to have stood still. The walls of the quiet room were filled with the faint scent of sandalwood, which lingered in the air and calmed the mind unconsciously.
As Han Yi tidied up the messy belongings, he secretly prayed that the old man wouldn't suddenly come back. If the old man found out that he had turned his place upside down, he would probably beat him to death.
The rapid heartbeat was clearly audible in the silent space, and the tension in his eyes grew stronger with the passage of time.
Fortunately, that devil with the bull's nose has been out of sight lately, which gives him more time to clean up the mess.
Xuan Kongzi didn't appear until he finished cleaning up, leaving the young master exhausted.
Before he knew it, drowsiness crept in, and this guy actually started to doze off, which was in line with Han Da Shi Zi's consistent cultivation style.
As luck would have it, Xuan Kongzi appeared out of nowhere at that moment, as if descending from the sky.
When the man with the ox-nose saw his disciple nodding repeatedly like a chick pecking at rice, he became furious. Of the seven disciples he had taken on as his last disciples, only this rascal was capable of dozing off during meditation.
"Cough cough..." The old Taoist cleared his throat twice, trying to remind his drowsy, lively apprentice, but the guy was sleeping too soundly to wake up at all.
The old man didn't hold back either, stepping forward and delivering a powerful blow to that extremely handsome face.
Han Yi felt a sharp pain in his cheek, and his head suddenly tilted to the side.
He was instantly jolted awake from his drowsy state, a look of confusion flashing in his eyes before they were filled with anger.
His hand instinctively covered his cheek, and a red handprint quickly appeared on his fair face.
Han Yi's eyes widened, burning with rage. His body trembled slightly with anger, and his breathing became rapid. His mouth opened slightly, as if he was about to curse.
Still half-asleep, he stared intently at the person in front of him. Before he could even make out who it was, he blurted out, "Damn it, you dare hit me?" The young master of the Han family was already furious. He wanted to see which fool dared to mess with him.
However, when he saw the person in front of him clearly, he immediately sobered up. He was all too familiar with that old face, and he swallowed back the curse that was about to come out of his mouth.
A tense atmosphere instantly filled the air, and the prince's expression immediately became quite strange, as if he had eaten ten pounds of Oli Geese.
"Master, what are you doing? Look what you've done to my handsome face!"
Han Yi brought the side of his face that had been slapped close to the old Taoist priest, where a five-finger handprint was clearly visible.
His face was filled with grievance. He no longer had the sharp edge he had when he first came up the mountain when facing the old Taoist priest. He knew the old priest's temper; if he confronted him head-on now, he would definitely get a beating.
Xuan Kongzi looked at Han Yi with a half-smile, stroking his rather long beard with one hand.
"Good disciple, you've grown quite bold in just over ten days. Now you're even sleeping in my meditation room?"
Upon hearing this, Han Yi was startled, his heart clenched as if gripped tightly by an invisible hand.
He was probably still half asleep, which made him forget where he was.
He quickly stood up, his body slightly stiff from the awkwardness, then slowly crossed his legs to the side and respectfully bowed, saying, "Master, would you please have a seat?"
He appeared respectful and obedient on the surface, but in his heart he was pondering a solution.
He had even mentally rehearsed several scenarios of being punished and was already prepared to be beaten.
Logically speaking, he should have been beaten up, but to Han Yi's surprise, the old Taoist priest did not beat him up.
Xuan Kongzi looked at Han Yi, his brows furrowing slightly, his deep eyes seeming to see through everything.
His expression was serious and solemn, inspiring awe in those who looked down upon him.
Han Yi waited nervously for his master's questioning, fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.
He secretly regretted that he should have left as soon as he finished packing. Now that his master had found out, he didn't know how to explain it.
Xuan Kongzi spoke slowly, his voice steady and powerful, echoing in the quiet room like the grandest of bells: "Han Yi, why are you hiding here?"