Chapter 8 Part 1

The three of them took the elevator straight up from the parking lot and arrived at the VIP ICU Ward, only to find that quite a few people were already standing in the room.

Aside from Li Yunkai, who lay on the bed connected to various instruments.

The most eye-catching were a middle-aged couple standing at the foot of the bed, facing sideways toward the door. The man wore glasses and had a refined demeanor; the woman had her long wavy hair pinned up, her figure dignified, and her beautiful cheeks slightly plump. They must have been Li Yunkai’s parents.

Chu Yi had guessed correctly. As soon as Mu Jiajun entered, he called out, “Uncle Li, Aunt Li.”

Ouyang Yuyuan followed suit and greeted them.

When Mrs. Li saw the two, a flash of gloom crossed her face. If Father Li hadn’t quickly pressed her hand, the gentle expression on her face would have nearly collapsed.

Li Yunkai was their only child. Mu Jiajun had been fooling around outside, dragging her son into retaliation that smashed his head; Ouyang Yuyuan had known from the fortune-teller about the Blood Light Disaster but hadn’t warned her son… It would have been strange if Mrs. Li could face them without resentment as before.

However, she came from a prominent family after all, and with Father Li’s reminder, she ultimately didn’t flip out on the spot.

As for Father Li, Li Hongming, he had seen Mu Jiajun and Ouyang Yuyuan running around after the incident. Moreover, the two hadn’t hidden anything and had told everything honestly. They were family friends, and these two were still his son’s childhood friends—what could Li Hongming do but grit his teeth and accept it?

The top priority now was his son. As long as his son woke up, he wouldn’t blame anyone!

Mu Jiajun naturally noticed the unnatural expression on Mrs. Li’s face and quickly introduced Chu Yi. “Uncle Li, Aunt Li, this is Master Chu, the one who read Yuanzi’s fortune!”

He gestured with his eyes toward the two in front of him, but contrary to his expectations, the Li couple—who had previously been eagerly awaiting Chu Yi’s arrival—weren’t particularly excited. Instead, they exchanged a glance, their expressions odd.

“Heh, is that so? A’Jun, you’ve gone to the trouble…” Mrs. Li’s gaze flickered as she awkwardly looked away.

Father Li was much more composed. He first sized up Chu Yi, noting his excessively youthful face, and subtly frowned before saying reservedly, “So you’re Master Chu. We’ve heard so much about you.”

His attitude wasn’t very enthusiastic either. Both of them seemed to be holding back on something, a far cry from their previous eagerness.

Chu Yi followed their gaze to the side and realized there were two fellow Xuanmen Cultivators in the room.

One old and one young. The old one had a thin, long face with graying eyebrows and beard, holding a Luopan Compass in his hand—he looked like he had some real skill.

The young one, however, was no good: triangular eyes, big nose, always glancing sideways at people as if looking down on them.

He came over right now with a face full of displeasure. “And this is…?”

He pointed straight at Chu Yi as soon as he arrived. He must have heard the introduction earlier, but asking despite knowing was clearly ill-intentioned. He was a head shorter than Chu Yi, yet he tilted his head and sized him up with disdain. Especially upon seeing Chu Yi’s tall, handsome figure, intense jealousy flashed in his eyes.

Father Li didn’t dare hide anything and quickly explained Chu Yi’s background.

“My master is currently using the Luopan Compass for calculations. It’s best if unrelated people don’t come in, lest they disturb his old self and cause some error,” the disciple Zhang Jue said coolly.

Father Li’s face was full of embarrassment. They understood the principle of not troubling two parties for one matter, but they hadn’t been able to get through to the family head earlier to invite Master Zhang. Only after hearing about the Ouyang family’s young master’s fortuitous encounter did they urge them to bring the person over.

Now, they had run into each other.

“My master is a true expert from the Maoshan Dao Sect, not like those fraudulent young upstarts. If not for Mr. Li’s determination to save his son and the Li family head’s plea, my master wouldn’t deign to make this trip for such a minor issue.” In the end, the Li couple’s status wasn’t enough. Zhang Jue had seen plenty of dignitaries alongside his master and spoke to them without courtesy.

He continued to eye Chu Yi with contempt. “Mr. Li inviting this person over—surely not to compete with my master?”

As if he was worthy!

Mrs. Li grew anxious and quickly explained, “No, no, little master, you can see—this isn’t someone we invited! My husband and I naturally trust Master Zhang more!”

She tugged at Father Li’s sleeve, inwardly blaming Mu Jiajun for meddling: if they’d known this “Master Chu” was so young, they wouldn’t have called him over. How could such a fledgling compare to Master Zhang!

Father Li looked troubled between the two sides. “Jiajun, what do you think…?”

He was clearly siding with his wife.

Mu Jiajun frowned unhappily. “Uncle Li, that’s not what you said when you begged Yuanzi and me to find someone.”

They had gone to great trouble to bring him, yet these two wouldn’t even look and wanted to chase them away?

Mrs. Li interrupted before he could finish. “That was before. Now with Master Zhang here, Jiajun, you can’t help much anyway—why not avoid disturbing the master?”

She moved to urge Father Li to see them out.