"What's wrong with that? Since I was little, you haven't done much for me to worry about. I can't be happier if there's something for me to worry about right now."
Taoist Mu Qing knew that his disciple was cold on the outside and on the inside, but he was a good person.
At least he wasn't like other people, who were double-faced. He looked like a good person on the outside, but was extremely filthy inside.
Ever since he stepped on the path of Martial Artists, he had seen too many betrayals. Even a master and his disciples, or a father and his son, could kill each other for a treasure or spiritual plant.
However, he believed that his disciple wouldn't. When he went deep into Poison Valley to look for the stone that was considered a treasure back then, he almost couldn't get out of it.
Luckily, his disciple found the Poison Valley fearlessly and saved him, who was only left with half his life. Otherwise, he wouldn't have lived until now.
