Chapter 42: The World Outside

Ji Yunhe looked at the man in white. The Grand Master loved the color white. It was said that his entire house was decorated in white, and everyone there wore nothing but white. A nobleman had once tried to please the Grand Master at a palace banquet.

The nobleman said, "Only those who are above and beyond this world dress in white."

But the Grand Master coldly replied, "I am dressed in white because I am mourning for the world." The nobleman's face immediately changed color, and the whole room fell silent. No one else would dare to make such a statement at a palace banquet.

(In Chinese culture, talking about death and mourning is very inappropriate and disrespectful at celebrations, and may also be considered bad luck.)

The story passed down to the public, and the Grand Master's status and reputation became somewhat of a god among mortals.

Ji Yunhe had never been to the Grand Master's house before, but seeing this disciple's white robe and the white ribbon around his forehead, it really did look like mourning attire... mourning for the world. However, his face was much friendlier than the teenage general in black iron armor. He stopped the little general and turned his head to look at Ji Yunhe and Changyi.

"Princess Shunde wishes for the jiaoren to serve faithfully, but it appears his heart is not yet completely tamed. Presenting him to the princess now… If she gets hurt, I'm afraid your Demon Valley will have to take on full responsibility."

"I will not hurt the human princess." Changyi spoke before Ji Yunhe had a chance to respond.

"But no one can hurt Yunhe either."

Changyi's words were unexpected. Even Ji Yunhe did not expect Changyi to still be so protective of her at this point… After all, she was the one sending him to the capital and handing him over to Princess Shunde.

"The young general acted without due consideration. I, Ji Chengyu, would like to apologize on his behalf." The Grand Master's disciple clasped his hands and bowed down to Ji Yunhe and Changyi. This was also unexpected.

The Grand Master served through several generations of emperors, his prestige was very high. Plus his disciples were the strongest demon masters in the world. Ji Yunhe thought for sure they would be brought up arrogant and domineering, like the young general. But surprisingly, he was very polite.

"You are apologizing to a demon slaver and a demon!" The young general anxiously pulled at him.

"The general does not allow you to speak for me! I am not apologizing!" Ji Yunhe flashed him a big smile. This young general really was just a boy, immature and childish. Ji Chengyu wrinkled his brows and called out his name, "Zhu Ling."

His voice turned a bit solemn and that was enough to intimidate the young general into silence. Ji Chengyu then pulled that young general off to the side and reprimanded him in private. When they returned, Zhu Ling placed his black iron mask back on his face, turned around with a "hmph", and did not speak again.

"Please," Ji Chengyu smiled and said, "we have prepared two carriages for you and the jiaoren, please come with me."

Ji Yunhe said, "I'll sit with him." Ji Chengyu nodded with a "sure". But Changyi opposed it.

"It's better to sit separately." Ji Yunhe smirked. She knew exactly what he was thinking again: not proper, not appropriate, so on... Ji Chengyu nodded again.

"Sure."

"So troublesome." Zhu Ling turned to leave.

"This general's horse has no head and cannot run, I will take a carriage to sit in. You two can share the other one."

The little general turned and left, leaving Ji Chengyu smiling a bit awkwardly. "Then..."

"So be it." Ji Yunhe finished the sentence for him.