Chapter 3611 — Perhaps My Luck Has Always Been Good
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
Drawing near, Meng Jueming had Meng Zhou shoo the newcomers who had poked their heads out to watch back into their caves, while he himself led Wei Zhao to a quiet corner. Only then did he speak. "Junior Brother Wei Zhao, there was a bit of a misunderstanding between us, and so in a fit of anger I assigned you to the Number Ten dead mining zone. I was not honorable in doing so, and I admit it. But I have thought it through now: there is no deep grudge between us. You are a newcomer to the Qingyun Pavilion, and I am its managing senior brother—there is simply no reason for us to let relations grow so strained, wouldn't you agree?"
Eh? What sort of reasoning is this? Has Meng Jueming taken leave of his senses? Is this the prelude to a reconciliation? But Wei Zhao did not believe for a moment that he was so kind-hearted!
And so, hearing these words, Wei Zhao gave a noncommittal nod, while inwardly wondering: what play is this senior brother putting on? Given Meng Jueming's consistently hard and domineering manner, there was no reason for him to come say such things of his own accord. Wei Zhao refused to believe this creature truly wished to make peace with him—unless the sun rose in the west. There must be something fishy here!
Seeing Wei Zhao's expression, Meng Jueming chuckled. "I know you don't believe me, Junior Brother Wei Zhao, but that's no matter. To judge whether my words are sincere, you need only watch what I do next. To show my apology, and to show my sincerity, I have decided to move you to Number Seven mining zone. What do you say?"
"Move me to Number Seven mining zone?" Wei Zhao was instantly enlightened. So this was the point all along! This creature had not come to reconcile at all—he had plainly grown restless at seeing Wei Zhao pull ten or eight pieces of fine jade two days running!
"Exactly. You've been in the Number Ten dead mining zone two days now, Junior Brother Wei Zhao, and you must have a clear picture of what it's like in there. Never mind that your luck has been good these two days and you've dug out a few pieces of fine jade—over the long run, you can't possibly enjoy such luck every day, can you? As for yield, Number Seven mining zone may not be any great mining zone, but compared with the Number Ten dead mining zone, it's vastly better!" Meng Jueming exhorted him earnestly.
"Perhaps my luck has always been this good?" Wei Zhao raised an eyebrow and looked at him, then asked with a faint smile, "You've heard it too, haven't you? They all say it was only through a burst of tremendous luck that I climbed from a lone cultivator to Cloud Terrace Island!"
"Hmph. Luck for a time, that I can understand—but have you ever seen anyone who was lucky all his life? After all these years, your store of luck is probably about used up!" Meng Jueming's face turned cold at once, and he curled his lip. "You know Pavilion Master Lu and Junior Brother Ku, don't you? The two of them once had tremendous luck as well and caught the eye of a vice pavilion master of our Qingyun Pavilion. Not only did they enjoy abundant cultivation resources, but both were promoted. And now? Their patron, that vice pavilion master, went off on a mission, and whether he lives or dies is unknown—not a word has come back. So their luck has run out! That is why a man must not put too much faith in luck. Ah, yes—speaking of those two, I saw Pavilion Master Lu and Miserable Junior Brother on my way here. You must know by now that this afternoon the two of them tried to get Dai Wuchang to move you to another mining zone, and in the end it didn't happen because of Young Master Xu, no?"
"Oh, is that so!" Wei Zhao nodded, his gaze still placid. "I had heard about the transfer as well."