Xuanqingzi patted Fengguang on the head. “You never got so close to this old man when you were younger. What’s with all the sweetness today?”
“Didn’t you say it, Master? Once a disciple, always a father. So, today, it’s only right that I treat you like my father and cry for a bit.” Fengguang wiped away her tears of gratitude as she pulled away from Xuanqingzi’s embrace, speaking with utmost seriousness.
Xuanqingzi helplessly nodded. “I never saw you or your senior brothers and sisters show this kind of filial respect for me before.”
“Master…” Fengguang hesitated momentarily, then asked, “Do you know where he is now?”
“He’s probably in the Ghost Realm. But the strange thing is… according to my calculations, the gate to the Ghost Realm should have opened a few days ago, once every seven hundred years, but during that time… he never appeared.”
“The Ghost Realm gate has already opened?”
“Otherwise, why do you think I passed the position of the next Sect Leader to you? It’s because I’m hoping that when he returns to the Xuan Sect, he will see that you are the next Sect Leader and spare you from killing anyone else in the sect.”
Fengguang didn’t have time to think about how her master could be so crafty. She urgently asked, “Could something have happened to him? Is that why he hasn’t come to find me?”
“I’ve never entered the Ghost Realm, so I don’t know what’s going on in there. However, I do remember that among the new disciples we accepted, there was a girl named Xiaoxiao. Her bells and headband seem to be made from the red fire silk you once used on your sword tassels.” Xuanqingzi stroked his beard, looking quite pleased with himself. In the Xuan Sect, there was nothing that could escape his notice.
Considering he managed to restore the Xuan Sect in just five hundred years, he had become a legendary figure in the cultivation world with countless admirers.
“Xiaoxiao… right, how could I forget about Xiaoxiao?” Fengguang threw off the blankets and hurried out of bed, not even paying attention to the pain from her still-healing wounds. She quickly put on her shoes and ran out the door.
Xuanqingzi was startled by his disciple’s sudden rush. But he wasn’t in a hurry; he leisurely stroked his beard. After a short while, the young girl returned to the door.
“Master, I can’t fly with my sword right now. Quickly, take me to the Windy Cliff where Senior Brother is staying!”
Xuanqingzi stood up slowly, feeling quite smug. Usually, this disciple of his was as cold as ice, but now, wasn’t she coming to ask for his help? It was a rare moment for him to satisfy his vanity as a master.
The Windy Cliff was filled with Shang Baizi’s favorite flamboyant daffodils, which had become a signature feature of the Xuan Sect. But unfortunately, on the very first day Xiaoxiao came to the Windy Cliff, all those daffodils were pulled out by Shang Baizi, who endured the pain of doing so because Xiaoxiao was allergic to the pollen.
It wasn’t as if he had taken on a disciple; he had practically picked up an ancestor!
This little girl not only couldn’t stand flowers, but she was also a picky eater. For instance, today, she refused to eat carrots—even when threatened with being thrown off the mountain, she still stubbornly refused to eat them.
So when Fengguang arrived at Windy Cliff, she saw the little girl running ahead while Shang Baizi chased her with a bowl of food in hand. The scene was quite comical. In the end, the little girl bumped right into Fengguang’s arms.
Xiaoxiao looked up in surprise and, upon seeing Fengguang, froze for a moment. Then she shouted, “You heartless woman!”
“It’s me… Xiaoxiao,” Fengguang crouched down to meet the little girl’s gaze. Indeed, it was true that she had left Xiaoxiao behind for such a long time, so she was the heartless one.
she remembers 😭😭😭😭