Chapter 135: A Friend’s Feelings Are More Important Than Becoming a Disciple

As there were no obstacles this time, Mike quickly passed through the forest and the plains.

A man and a tree walked on the road, and there was a trace of happiness as they walked leisurely.

Because Stone was always very curious and kept asking questions.

As a 30-year-old veteran player, Mike naturally had a certain understanding of Second World.

The two chatted as they walked, arriving at Violet Valley.

The reason why Violet Valley had such a name was because the entire valley looked purple from afar.

This was not the color of the land, but the color of the Violet Flower.

That was right, every inch of the valley had Violet Flowers growing on it, and there were almost no other plants.

Seeing the valley in front of him, Stone’s mouth was wide open as he shouted in surprise,

“Oh my god, I’ve never seen such a beautiful valley.”

Mike also smiled and looked up. This beautiful scenery indeed made people feel comfortable.

He said,

“Besides the Violet Valley, there are many beautiful sceneries in Second World.

“Rainbow Bridge, Sky Mountain, White Land… these places have very astounding sceneries.”

Stone looked at Mike Curiously and asked,

“Have you been to all of these places?”

“I have been to some, but not all.” Mike lied. He had actually never been to any of these places.

“But we can go and take a look together in the future when we have the chance.”

“Okay, okay. When we have the chance in the future.”

Stone seemed to always be optimistic and energetic.

“Alright, let’s not talk about this. Let’s go find the Weapon Master.”

After saying that, Mike took Stone up the mountain road.

Their goal was very simple, the highest peak of Violet Valley.

According to the information provided by Allen, the sharpshooter class instructor in the City of Light Tavern, the Weapon Master was at the top of the mountain.

Logically speaking, climbing the mountain should be very easy, all they had to do was walk all the way up.

However, Mike and Stone encountered some small obstacles.

There were some thorns in the middle of the mountain path.

These thorns were very thick, and the thorns were very dense and had completely blocked the road.

It was practically impossible to get through the gaps of the thorns.

Mike frowned slightly and wanted to take out his weapon to cut the thorns.

However, Stone spoke.

“God Slayer, are you going to cut these thorns?”

Mike nodded as a matter of course and looked at Stone in confusion.

In his opinion, nothing about this was wrong.

However, Stone said with a frown,

“But these thorns are also alive. Why do you want to kill them? Is it just because they are blocking our way?”

Mike opened his mouth but could not speak.

Everyone knew that plants were alive.

They would wither and die.

However, as they could not speak, many people did not treat plants as if they living beings.

However, Stone was different. It was not a human, but a tree spirit.

In its eyes, plants were one of its kind.

Hearing Stone’s words, Mike was silent for a moment, then smiled and said,

“Okay, then let’s not hurt these thorns. Let’s take a detour.”

“Okay, okay, let’s take a detour.”

Stone heard Mike’s words and smiled happily.

The two of them turned around and looked for another path.

Mike looked back at the thorns on the road.

Although it was a little troublesome, he did not want to hurt Stone.

If he could take care of his friend’s feelings, it would be worth the extra trouble.

The two of them took countless detours on the mountain road.

They encountered various kinds of plants in the middle, but Mike chose to take a detour every time.

It would have taken him only half an hour to reach the top of the mountain, but it took him nearly three hours.

Along the way, Mike even logged off and quickly ate some food, and went to the toilet.

It could not be helped. The journey was too long.

When they reached the top of the mountain, the sky had gradually darkened.

The air at the top of the mountain was a little thin, and the temperature was a little low.

A gentle breath would make the lungs feel refreshed.

The environment here was indeed really good.

No wonder the Weapon Master chose to live here.

At the thought of this, Mike looked around and finally saw a small house made of stones beside a cliff not far away.

Without any hesitation, Mike immediately walked over with Stone.

When he got closer, Mike found that the house was much smaller than he had imagined.

Rather than calling it a house, it was more like a small, independent room.

Mike was a little confused.

‘Does the world’s strongest human live in such a place?’

He took two steps forward and wanted to knock on the door.

However, before he could knock, a voice came from the door.

“Who are you people?”

The voice gave off a unique sense of majesty.

It sounded very old, but also very healthy. It did not radiate a sense of declining strength caused by his old age.

More importantly…

This voice sounded more like a wise man who was filled with wisdom than a powerful expert.

Facing such an existence, Mike bowed respectfully and said,

“Hello, I am a human. I came to learn from you. I have brought a sheepskin scroll.”

Stone said on Mike’s shoulder,

“I’m a tree spirit. My name is Stone!”

The voices in the room paused for a moment and asked,

“When did you start going up the mountain?”

“About three hours ago,” Mike answered.

The old man smiled and asked in return,

“The road from the foot to the top of the mountain only takes half an hour. Why are you so slow?”

Mike answered honestly,

“The thorns blocked the path, so we had to take a detour.”

“Are you telling me that you don’t even have the ability to cut through the thorns, and you want to come and learn from me?”

The voice in the room suddenly became a little serious, sounding a little dissatisfied.

Mike’s heart sank.

It seemed that the other party felt that he was not worthy to be his disciple.

Experts were all arrogant. They would take whoever they wanted as their disciple.

If they did not like you, no matter how much you begged, it would be useless.

Mike helplessly weighed the pros and cons in his heart.

Compared to becoming his disciple, he cared more about Stone’s feelings.

Therefore, he did not explain whether his ability was strong or not. Instead, he said,

“Sorry, because those plants are also alive. We don’t want to hurt them, so we took a detour.”

After that, there was no reply for a long time.

Even Stone, who had always been simple-minded and optimistic, could not help but worry.

Would this old man, the legendary Weapon Master, refuse to teach Mike because of this?

However, to their surprise, the door of the room suddenly opened.

A long-haired old man in a white robe walked out of the room and said with a smile,

“Very well, you have passed my test.”