Chapter 5107 — Has the Village Gone Haunted?
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"Mm, thanks, Aunt Wang. I'll head back now." Wei Zhao nodded and made for his own house. Before he'd even reached the door, he heard Old Man Wei and Aunt Qing talking inside, and the corner of his mouth curved as he came to a halt.
"Are you really not going to help Xiaoyi? If this Ancient Alliance is full of Heaven Dao stage experts, then even if Xiaoyi's been to Cloud Terrace Island, they won't be easy to handle. You're truly not worried at all?" Aunt Qing's voice carried both worry and a measure of reproach.
"Stop fretting over nothing. That boy's got a hard life—he won't die," Old Man Wei said, utterly unconcerned.
"What do you mean, a hard life? However hard his life is, you can't just push him into the fire, can you? What if something goes wrong?" Aunt Qing said, displeased.
"What do you know? I raised that boy this way from the time he was small, and now he's spent three years on Cloud Terrace Island besides. If he can't handle even this much, then he's good for nothing. How could a boy I trained with my own hands turn out to be that kind of worthless trash?" Old Man Wei was as unmoved as ever.
"You call that training? That's not training, that's letting him run wild! It's only because Xiaoyi's got luck and a strong constitution that he's still around. Raise anyone else that way and the white-haired would be burying the black-haired. And you've got the nerve to brag about it!" Aunt Qing didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"…" Old Man Wei was stumped for a while, and only after a good pause managed: "Anyway, stop worrying about it. The boy's no fool. If he really couldn't hold out, he'd have phoned for help long ago."
"I don't think so. Xiaoyi usually seems so mild and easygoing, but deep down he's every bit as stubborn as you. Asking you for help is probably not even a thought that would cross his mind. And by the time it came to that, it'd be too late. I say we pack up and make the trip down the mountain." Aunt Qing kept up her earnest persuasion.
"I already told you, there's no need to go. The boy will manage on his own. Stop borrowing trouble," Old Man Wei scoffed.
"You're really not going? Then I'm not making the mapo tofu. You can cook it yourself," Aunt Qing said, threatening to walk off the job on the spot.
"Now, don't be like that—that's the one dish I truly love. How can you not make it? Wouldn't that be a shame, wasting cooking skill like yours?" Old Man Wei was all at once anxious.
Wei Zhao stood outside the door, his stomach aching from holding back laughter. These two were famous figures in the outside world, renowned far and wide—who would ever imagine their conversation would be so full of hearth-and-home bickering, exactly like any ordinary old married couple! (To be continued.)