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“It is good that my disciple told me of his birthday before it passed,” Wu Yanzi continued, tilting his head down slightly to match Shen Jiu’s height, white hair falling over his shoulder. “What kind of master would I be if I did not celebrate my disciple’s birthday?” “Celebrate…” Shen Jiu repeated, swallowing. His heart was a flurry of shallow thumps in his chest, each beat skipping and leaping over the previous one, the irregular rhythm causing a stampede of sound to rush to Shen Jiu’s head. “That is… There is no need. It isn’t even my true birthday, Shizun. I don’t need-” “Whether it is the true day you were born into this world or not, Shen Jiu’s life should be celebrated regardless,” Wu Yanzi said, withdrawing his hand to flick his disciple’s forehead gently. Shen Jiu didn’t even register the sting on his forehead for the mess in his head. “Shen Jiu cannot think of anything that he wants? If it is within reason, this master will get it for him.” ‘Shizun, you are asking me what I want? Shizun is surely thinking of mere material things, things a child would want. But what I really want is…’