A New Diciple

The trio soon arrives in front of a medium size house. Not as luxurious or large as the mansions the clan head and other high-ranking clan members have. The trio walks towards the main door as Mors puts on the keys and unlocks the door.

The trio walks in. Two-woman dress is servant clothing walk towards them. One of them had a tomboyish look to her. While the other woman has the soft aura of flowers around her. Is none other than that Huan and Ru. Since Ru is now living with Huan, she has taken the role of assistant female servant to earn some extra cash.

She still owns her flower shop, but it's now under the care of someone she trusts.

"Master the miss is waiting for you in the share study room."

"Alright, please prepared some tea for us."

"Of course, what type would you want?"

"Cat Lily"

"It will be done."

"Fen you are allowed to practice your skills; it is almost time for you to upgrade your muscles."

"Yes master"

Fen said as he bows down and walks towards the backyard. Huan and her girlfriend walk to the kitchen, talking to each other as they do so. Mors walks towards his and Zhihui's share study room. Xia follows close behind. They soon arrive in front of a wooden door as Mors knocks on it.

Soon a soft female voice came from behind the door.

"Come in"

Mors opens the door and he walks in, followed by Xia. The room is quite spacious. With a large wooden table and two wooden tables behind it. The room is lightly decorated. With only two paintings hanging from its walls. Most of the room is covered in bookcases. The shelves are full of papers, books, and scrolls.

Mors walks to where his wife is, taking off his mask as he kisses her on the lips. Xia's eyes widen somewhat, as he did not expect Mors to be so handsome. He thought he was disfiguring because he always wore that mask. Mors sat down next to his wife as he pointed to the free chair on the other side of the table.

"Sit down"

"Yes senior!"

Xia said as he sat down on the chair, his palms became sweaty and his knees weak, and his arms heavy. But before the true conversation starts, a knock comes on the door. With a word from Zhihui. Huan and Ru enter the room, holding in their arms two porcelain tea sets.

They put the tea set on the table and they place two cups of tea in front of Zhihui and Mors. Xia found this odd as to why he was not given a cup of tea. The couple drank the tea in less than a second. As they put the tea down. Ru then pours more tea into their cups, this time a cup was placed in front of Xia. Ru fills the cup with tea. The soft smell of apples spread across the room.

The two female servants left the room as their foot's steps become farther away. Mors cold voice enters Xia's ears.

"Xia let's get right to the point. In the hunting games, I heard you talking with someone even though you were by yourself. Care to explain yourself?"

Xia eyes become widen, his face became pale, and his anxiety reached a whole new peak.

"Uh, looks like he heard the first time."

'Shit shit! What do I say gramps?'

"…do you want to take a risk?"

Xia looks at the cold eyes of Mors and focuses on Zhihui. Both look for a reason to label him as a danger to the sect. Xia breathed in and out as he spoke. His eyes look at the red demon dress that Mors is wearing.

"[Greater Blood Fiend Dress]"

"[Black Horn Spear]"

"[Mask of Greater Weakness]"

"[Bloody Sword]"

Xia then look at Zhihui as he spoke.

"[Boots of Misty step]"

Xia stops talking as the room becomes deadly quiet. The two breaths of air around the two cultivators became as cold as ice. Making Xia relive some memories he wishes to forget. The first one to speak was no other than Mors.

"How do you know the name of our items?"

""That becomes I have inherited the will of Kathako!""

Xia repeated Kathako's old ghostly words at the same time. This caught Zhihui and Mors by surprise. The couple look at each other as Zhihui spoke.

"By inherited his will, you mean that you can speak to him?"

"Ha I expected nothing more from Wisdom inheritor, tell her that!"

Xia repeated Kathako's words. A soft smile appears on Zhihui's face as she leans backward in her chair.

"Looks like our worries for you were for nothing. I never expected it to be another inheritor besides us."

Zhihui said. Mors who knew her secret gather the hidden meaning behind her sentence. This is not something that happens in her first life. Mors leans on his chair as well as he spoke, putting his mask on.

"So, you are walking down the path of a crafter I take it?"

"Yes!"

"Can you make something out of [Dragon Scales]?"

"-He says that he can, but I am far away from even touching such a thing. He says that I need more practice to even dream about touching [Dragon Scales]"

"I see… do you need materials for this practice?"

"Yes"

"I see, want to become our disciple?"

Mors said straight to the point. Something he and Zhihui really lack is a personal crafter. And neither of them wanted to focus on becoming a crafter. So, making the inheritor of Kathako, a master crafter, their disciple is a no-brainer. Xia did not speak for a second. But the next second he opens his mouth as light returns to his face.

"I will happily become your disciple!"

"Good! We will give you a week to get yourself familiar with the campus."

"Yes, master!"

Xia said as he stood up and bow down, his new future seems very bright.