Pip was at a loss for words. He glanced at his master, completely overwhelmed with emotion. Tears streamed uncontrollably down his face.
"Master, I thought you were abandoning me. I never realized you had considered so much for our sake. You're about to leave the Cunmere Realm yourself, yet you were still thinking of taking us with you."
He was so incredibly fortunate to have met his master in this lifetime.
'He thought back to the difficult days he and his clansmen had endured. Back when he was the clan leader, he had led The Shadowmist Clan in a life of constant hiding. Whenever the Spiritual Medicine and Spirit Fruits they worked so hard to grow finally ripened, some damned Cultivators would come and dig them all up, even trying to hunt them down and wipe them out.'
'Only his master was different.'
'He was genuinely good to them, saving him and his clansmen time and again. For their clan to have such a master was a blessing earned over several lifetimes.'
