Ning Zhiyuan did not disturb Xiao Shun’s contemplation. He had already shared everything he knew with Xiao Shun, and there was nothing more to say at the moment.
Coincidentally, his disciple Hu Bugui had bought lunch back.
Although the hotel provided a phone ordering service, the old master was not accustomed to the hotel’s offerings, so Hu Bugui had to go out to buy the food himself.
“Master, Mr. Xiao is having lunch!”
Hu Bugui carried a plastic bag and placed the purchased lunch on the table, beckoning.
“Master, what’s wrong with Mr. Xiao?”
Seeing Ning Zhiyuan walking over alone, he asked curiously.
Ning Zhiyuan waved his hand, “Let’s eat first, we’ll go back to the sect in the afternoon to take a look!”
“Okay!” Hu Bugui nodded, casting a doubtful glance at Xiao Shun who was still sitting on the sofa staring out of the window.
At this moment, Xiao Shun was immersed in his thoughts, paying no attention to anything outside.
As for the reason that consumed his every waking moment, it was naturally about “Central Kylian.”
He was a very intelligent person and from the limited information Ning Zhiyuan had provided him with, he deduced a plausible explanation.
The map above the forest should have been drawn by Damian Southcastle before heading to “Central Kylian.”
And the reason he set out for that place was not just because of the Kylian anomaly, it was simply a matter of circumstance.
Realizing this, Xiao Shun understood that the depicted location on the map was definitely not where “Celestial Kernels” were located. After all, Damian Southcastle brought those treasures along for survival.
This, along with his request for “Phoenix Blood” from the predecessors of Ning Zhiyuan’s sect, provided a clue!
With these thoughts, a crucial question emerged.
What kind of thing could attract a powerhouse like Damian Southcastle to lead his followers there, especially under such great risks.
Xiao Shun’s thoughts hit a dead end here.
Even if his brain was sharp, he couldn’t possibly deduce the whole situation out of thin air. He could only outline a general picture!
But that was enough.
Ultimately, Xiao Shun’s only thought now was that with his current cultivation, going to that place would only lead to his demise. Moreover, the two treasures might not even be there, and it wasn’t worth risking his life for them.
With this realization, he felt relieved, a faint smile playing on his lips as he glanced at Ning Zhiyuan and his disciple dining.
Seeing Xiao Shun looking over, Hu Bugui quickly said, “Mr. Xiao, it’s time for lunch!”
Before Xiao Shun could respond, he chuckled awkwardly.
“Um… Miss Cao must be hungry too, right?”
After all, this guy was worried that Miss Cao Wansheng might be hungry.
Helplessly sighing, the effects of fame truly had widespread influence everywhere. Xiao Shun got up from the sofa and walked to Cao Wansheng’s bedroom door, tapping it gently.
In no time, a voice came from inside.
“Come in!”
Hearing this, Xiao Shun smiled slightly, opened the door a crack, and whispered, “Time for lunch.”
With her back to the door, Cao Wansheng softly replied, her flushed face still vibrant.
She herself wasn’t sure how she had dozed off just now, perhaps because that warm feeling was just too comfortable.
What surprised Cao Wansheng the most was that her swollen ankle had already healed.
Moving her injured foot slightly, she couldn’t help but marvel at Xiao Shun’s unrivalled medical skills. The anger she harbored towards Xiao Shun had unconsciously transformed into an inexplicable feeling.
Feelings sometimes emerged suddenly, trapping people unaware, imprinting deeply on their hearts.
Xiao Shun naturally had no idea about a woman’s thoughts. After acknowledging Cao Wansheng, he walked towards the dining table.
Before he could make a move, Hu Bugui had already served the food for him, his affection almost surpassing that of his own disciple Yang Tiancai!
“Mr. Xiao, I heard from Miss Cao earlier that she’s going to attend the ‘Film Art Festival’. Could you arrange for me to get a few autographs when the time comes?”
As the saying goes, “One should never look a gift horse in the mouth,” the ancients were honest to me!
After expressing his gratitude, Xiao Shun chuckled, “You should discuss this with Miss Cao yourself, as I don’t have connections in that area!”
“You useless brat, you’re not even as enthusiastic about alchemy as when you’re insistent on it!”
Ning Zhiyuan glared fiercely at his disciple.
Hu Bugui, never afraid of his master who was like his grandfather, retorted when he saw him scolding him again.
“Tsk, the kinds of pills you master know how to refine, is there any that I don’t know? Also, I’ve learned a lot of new pill formulas from Genius Brother before. If it weren’t for the fact that I’m the only disciple you have, I would have kicked you out long ago!”
Although his words were disrespectful, when it came to Master Ning Zhiyuan, he always addressed him with respect, enough to show that his words and thoughts were not aligned.
But Ning Zhiyuan couldn’t care less. Being scolded by his disciple like that, he was immediately enraged.
If Mr. Xiao wasn’t present, he would have enforced disciplinary actions right away!
“You daring brat, thinking about kicking me out!”
As he spoke, Ning Zhiyuan’s palm struck his disciple’s head, nearly knocking Hu Bugui unconscious.
“Geez, Master, you’re really hitting me!”
Hu Bugui, on the brink of tears, lamented.
“Hmph!”
Ning Zhiyuan huffed heavily and didn’t even spare a glance at his disciple who looked aggrieved.
Watching this pair of lively master and disciple, Xiao Shun couldn’t help but think of his two disciples.
He didn’t know how they were managing New School Society, and if they had started working on “Pellet Pavilion.”
Thinking about “Pellet Pavilion,” he suddenly had an idea, then looked at the master and disciple who were arguing with each other.
“Mr. Ning, how about you and your disciple not return to Harrow in the future?”
At this, both Ning Zhiyuan and Hu Bugui were puzzled.
“Mr. Xiao, what do you mean…”
Before Ning Zhiyuan could finish his sentence, Xiao Shun waved his hand and explained.
“Haha, I am not the kind to burn bridges. The reason I suggest you not go back to Harrow is simply because I want to establish ‘Pellet Pavilion’ directly in Eastbrook.”
“After all, this place is on the outskirts of the jurisdiction controlled by Old School Society, with many independent cultivators. If the first New School Society Pill Trading Conference is held here, it might attract more participants!”
Indeed, if the first shot of “Pellet Pavilion” was fired here, it would definitely be much better than in Harrow.
The reason was simple-although Xiao Shun was currently the tyrant of Harrow, from top to bottom, he feared nothing.
But let’s not forget that the surrounding cities of Harrow were still under the control of Old School Society.