“Long Chen, come, sit!”

Shui Wuhen smiled and pointed toward a prayer mat.

There were three prayer mats in the room. Shui Wuhen was sitting on one, Shui Yuncong was sitting on another, and the last one was for Long Chen.

According to normal rules, as a disciple, Long Chen didn’t have the qualifications to sit here. But Shui Wuhen had never treated Long Chen as a disciple. Well, the main point was that Long Chen had never treated Shui Wuhen as a monastery head. They were already used to having no seniority between them.

Long Chen immediately sat. Without even looking at Shui Yuncong, he asked Shui Wuhen, “Monastery head, you wanted to see me?”

“It wasn’t Wuhen who wanted to see you, but me.” Shui Yuncong was a bit irritated.

“Oh, isn’t this the Shui family head? Didn’t the vice sect master say you were to face a wall and ponder your misdeeds? You’ve already transcended?” Long Chen intentionally use transcended in a way that sounded like he was saying he had died.

Shui Yuncong was infuriated when this topic was brought up, but he indifferently said, “I came to find you to discuss something.”

“I have nothing to say to you.” Long Chen shook...