Yu Xuan was no fool. Even if the curse seemed gone, he knew better than to trust appearances. If it lingered in some hidden corner of his being, waiting to return, the consequences could be… fatal.
He needed reassurance. And more than that, he needed a shield. A strong one.
His clan was powerful, yes, but their influence was bound to his home world and a handful of other places.
In the cultivation world, strength in the end came down to the strength of one's own fist… or the strength of the person standing behind you.
That was why he'd come straight to his master. If he returned home and the curse reappeared, what then? He had no intention of being caught helpless again.
Though he liked thinking the eggs did their work, he still needed a second opinion.
"How did you learn about the curse in the first place?" the Peak Master asked.
