Chapter 120 A Sword in the Palm, 100000 Gold in the Hall (2 in 1)_3

The young Taoist tugged at his older brother disciple's cuff and whispered,

"But elder brother, didn't Master say there's another half to that phrase?"

"Fleeting fame and wealth, all but vexing toils."

"Like the steed in the gap, the fire in the rock, a body in a dream."

Dreams hold no true fire, and the body in them is an illusion; like a white steed flashing past a gap, it's all over in an instant.

Mu Shanxue raised his eyebrows and, with no ceremony, placed his hand on the young Taoist's head. Though he pressed down, he didn't use much force, merely ruffling the neatly arranged hair into disarray, which visibly annoyed the latter, puffing his cheeks in frustration. His mood was significantly lightened by the playful sabotage.

Wang Anfeng laughed aloud.

Clutching the Longsword's hilt in his left hand and leaning forward, he took a cup of tea from the table in his right hand and drank it in one gulp. Playing with the tea cup between his fingers, he said casually,