“With the quill of my trembling hand, I end these words to you, my most beloved junior, not that you heed my words - but that you heed the wisdom within them! Do not continue to forsake the guidance of your sect, and its fore-elders! Set Mt. Tai clearly within your sights! I cannot promise you any further second-chances! Signed, Third Elder Xue.”
Xiao Xuo lifted his tear-filled eyes from the letter.
“That is the end.”
In front of him was a group of around twenty other disciples. They stood in silence with tears streaming down from each of their cheeks. Suddenly, the silence was shattered like fragile glass by a long, throaty exhalation of suppressed laughter through puffed-up cheeks.
“HAHAHAHAH!!!!”
As soon as the boy erupted into loud and unrestrained laughter, every other disciple failed to continue restraining themselves. Like a dam breaking, tears streamed down their faces as a number of them fell to the floor.
“Wait! Wait guys! You HAVE to hear this one!”
Unauthorized usage: this narrative is on Amazon without the author's consent. Report any sightings.
As soon as the words rang out, the atmosphere immediately shifted. Their laughter halted, and as if children before a teacher, each of them quieted in anticipation.
Xiao Xe’s hand churned through his pockets for a few moments. Soon, he pulled out a number of parchments. After fumbling through them for a moment, he opened one.
“Insolent Junior! You are cou… Wait, it's not this one.”
He fumbled through the parchments for another few moments before unraveling another. After clearing his throat, he began.
“Xiao Xe. I am most aggrieved. Esteemed Elder Xing has written me regarding your recent incident in the West Heavenly Profound-Transfiguration Realm. Be grateful that the Esteemed Elder has given me face once again. But this is most foolish. Assuredly, you mu-”
Before the boy could finish reading the note though, a door slammed open. Xiao Xe looked up.
“Oh, Xiao Xu! So glad you could jo-”
“Everybody shut up! That elder that only speaks in the present te-”
Before Xiao Xu could finish, a booming voice resounded.
“Who makes this ruckus!? He even trespasses in our Eastern Divine-Heavens Woods!? Surely it is a scoundrel from the Soul-Saint Grove!!”
Copyright © 2024 Ritchie Charles Fiction. All Rights Reserved.