Feng Guang muttered to herself, glanced at Fang Yue lying unconscious on the bed, and decided to leave. She even thoughtfully closed the door behind her.
Turning around, she noticed a little boy dressed in white standing near the entrance.
The young Daoist child, who looked about five years old, was hiding behind a pillar. When he saw Feng Guang looking his way, his face flushed red, and he quickly ducked behind the pillar completely.
Amused, Feng Guang walked over, crouched before him, and asked, “Little one, what are you doing here?”
“I… I’m worried about Senior Brother,” he stammered, his voice soft and adorable. Paired with his timid demeanor, it was almost unbearably cute.
Feng Guang had always liked children, especially cute ones. She pinched his soft, chubby cheek. “If you’re worried about your Senior Brother, why don’t you go inside and check on him?”
“I… I’m too shy…”
“What’s there to be shy about?”
He blinked sadly. “The senior brothers don’t like me…”
“You’re so cute. How could they not like you?”
“They’re always busy training and never pay attention to me. Only Senior Brother teaches me, but the others think I’m a nuisance.”
“Then they’re the bad ones,” Feng Guang said, ruffling his hair. She couldn’t help but note that no matter the world, the Xuan Sect’s obsession with training never seemed to change.
The little Daoist’s face turned even redder. “Senior Sister, which elder’s disciple are you? I’ve never seen you before.”
“There are many disciples in the Xuan Sect. Normally, you haven’t met me.”
“But… but Senior Sister is even prettier than my Senior Sister. There’s no way I wouldn’t remember you.”
As the saying goes, children are the most honest. Being complimented by such an adorably soft little thing made Feng Guang’s heart bloom with happiness. “Then remember me from now on. My surname is Xia, and my name is Feng Guang.”
“Senior Sister Feng Guang…”
Feng Guang smiled, resting her chin on her hands. “Don’t worry, your Senior Brother will be fine. He just needs plenty of rest. Make sure to remind him to take his medicine and not push himself too hard with training. His health should come first.”
“I will!” The boy nodded earnestly.
“Oh, and since I feel a little embarrassed giving this to him myself, can you pass it on for me?” Feng Guang took out a red sword tassel. “Hmm… The color doesn’t match the Cold Abyss Sword, but that’s fine. I went through a lot of trouble to find the Scarlet Fire Silk for this. Every time I wove a strand, I infused it with defensive enchantments. It took me three whole months to finish, so now it’s a powerful charm that prevents injuries. Will you help me give it to your Senior Brother?”
“I will.” The little Daoist carefully took the sword tassel with both hands, cradling it like a treasure. “I promise I’ll give it to Senior Brother.”
Feng Guang chuckled. “Thank you so much.”
She had originally planned to give this as a birthday gift to Shang Baizi, but now that she thought about it, someone like Fang Yue, who carried the weight of the world on his shoulders, needed it more. As for Shang Baizi’s gift… she could just come up with something else later.
“Let’s go check on your Senior Brother together in a bit.”
“Okay—” The little Daoist started to reply, but when he looked up, he froze.
The person who had just been talking to him had vanished without a trace, as if she had never been there at all.
Was it a dream?
But when he looked down at the sword tassel in his hands, he knew it wasn’t.
He turned around, eyes wide, scanning the moonlit surroundings before calling out blankly, “Senior Sister Feng Guang…?”
At that moment, the door in front of him opened, and a disciple stepped out.
Seeing the little Daoist standing there, he asked, “Xuan Qing, what are you doing here? Are you here to see Senior Brother? Why not come inside?”
But Xuan Qing was still looking around in a daze, staring at the night sky.
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