"Senior Brother, are you pulling my leg?"
As the sun set, Zhao Shize was taken aback upon hearing that Senior Brother might go to Zuiyan Building in Jing’an City tonight. He triple-checked with an uncontrollable smile on his face.
Lu Jin’an replied with a "Hmm": "I can only say it’s possible."
Zhao Shize couldn’t suppress his smile any longer; he didn’t care how likely that "possible" was. After all, if they went to Jing’an City, a possibility would definitely become a certainty!
The last time a new batch of Fox Girls arrived at Zuiyan Building, he intentionally asked the madam what would happen if their Senior Brother showed up.
The answer was no surprise: If Senior Brother went, he could choose any courtesan he wanted for free!
And Zhao Shize could even enjoy half a month for free.
Zhao Shize was extremely envious at the time; after all, he was the Senior Brother.
He couldn’t help but sigh, in the hearts of those women at Zuiyan Building, Senior Brother was like an unattainable "fairy", the harder it was to get, the more one’s heart would flutter.
Though Zhao Shize understood this reasoning, he couldn’t do it because he simply adored women.
Even though the offer at Zuiyan Building was tempting, he didn’t take it to heart. Not to mention Senior Brother was focused on the Dao, and if he really forced Senior Brother to enjoy free privileges, Master and Martial Uncle would beat him to a pulp!
Especially Senior Mu, who was also quite terrifying.
But who would’ve thought, after Senior Brother came back ten days later, he would actually suggest going to Zuiyan Building for fun.
Eh~ this was Senior Brother’s own decision to go, even if Master and Martial Uncle found out, what could they do to me?
Zhao Shize excitedly slapped his thigh, and under the threatening glares of Second Senior Brother and Fourth Junior Sister, he asked discreetly, "Senior Brother, is everything okay with Senior Mu?"
"She’s coming too." Lu Jin’an took a sip of tea and watched Zhao Shize’s stiff expression: "What’s wrong?"
"N-nothing." Zhao Shize looked up at the sky: "It’s only right for Senior Mu to go."
Alas, why did I even speak up... uh, though it wouldn’t change anything anyway.
Jiang Wuya and Guan Wen felt relieved, if Senior Mu was going, there would be no problem.
Zhao Shize lamented, but then caught sight of Mu Qingyue approaching from the corner of his eye, and hurriedly said loudly but seriously, "Senior Mu should go, to keep an eye on you, Senior Brother, which makes perfect sense!"
Jiang Wuya and Guan Wen cast disdainful glances, but inwardly they genuinely envied Zhao Shize’s "luck".
The kid relentlessly took on tasks to earn contribution points to exchange for Spirit Crystals just to visit brothels, finishing his task quota for each month with surplus.
He was determined to grow stronger and earn Spirit Crystals just to frequent brothels.
Why didn’t this kid join the Joyful Union Sect back in the day?
Seeing Mu Qingyue had arrived, Lu Jin’an finished his tea, stood up and said.
Soon, the group took the Flying Boat to Jing’an City. After letting Zhao Shize and the others go to Zuiyan Building first, Lu Jin’an walked with Mu Qingyue in the nighttime Jing’an City.
This time, they did not use disguises. However, seeing the Wandao Sect’s Senior Brother with Mu Qingyue, who was known as Mu Jianxian at such a young age, no one dared to senselessly interrupt.
It seemed to further confirm the rumors that the two were a Daoist couple.
Lu Jin’an didn’t care much about this, he just thought Mu Qingyue seemed to be in a somewhat bad mood.
She didn’t speak, and Lu Jin’an also didn’t have much to say. If he had to say something, he was more familiar with Zhu Nanzhi, who he’d only known for a year and a half, than with Mu Qingyue.
What he knew best was Mu Qingyue’s swordsmanship.
Aside from that, he understood little about her thoughts.
"Hmm?" Lu Jin’an tilted his head to look at Mu Qingyue. The black cloth covering her eyes was hidden beneath her silver-white hair, tied in a small knot that resembled an accessory.
"I might be very stupid." Mu Qingyue continued to speak.
Lu Jin’an curiously detected a hint of confusion in her normally cold tone.
Senior Sister embarked on the path of the Sword Dao, and sword cultivators emphasize relentless forward momentum... especially powerful sword cultivators like Senior Sister, who could still be confused?
It shouldn’t be confusion regarding the Sword Dao; otherwise, she couldn’t be called a ’Sword Immortal’ by others.
He couldn’t help but recall the moment Master embraced Mu Qingyue and half-jokingly asked, "It couldn’t be because of Master, could it?"
Upon hearing her direct admission, Lu Jin’an guessed that what he saw as a ’deep bond between mother and daughter’ was probably Master comforting a heartbroken Senior Sister.
Lu Jin’an pondered and then directly asked, "Were you crying in Master’s arms at the time?"
"No." Mu Qingyue, looking down, seemed to be focused on her shoe tips while stepping forward: "I don’t cry."
It’s not about not knowing how to cry, but not wanting to.
Lu Jin’an understood and continued, "Then you must have felt wronged?"
Mu Qingyue stayed silent.
"Who would have thought..." Lu Jin’an chuckled, "that Senior Sister could be so weak."
Mu Qingyue stopped in her tracks, watching as Lu Jin’an continued walking forward. She opened her mouth but didn’t say anything and continued to follow.
"I don’t know what Master told you," Lu Jin’an continued leisurely, "but you should really learn from me, learn my thick skin."
"When Master told me to break ties with Nanzhi, I completely ignored her." Lu Jin’an boasted, "I even dared to keep teasing Master."
"Thick-skinned, right?" Lu Jin’an tilted his head to look at her again, "But ’thick skin’ can be described more pleasantly—it’s living life in your own way, unaffected by what others say. Doesn’t that sound pretty good?"
Mu Qingyue slowed her steps; the meaning in ’Mother’s’ words earlier seemed to align with what Junior Brother was saying now.
In the silence, Mu Qingyue suddenly felt a warm embrace around her shoulders, which made her stiffen and unable to move.
Lu Jin’an looked down at the blush spreading across her cheeks beneath the black cloth and couldn’t help but pat her a few times on the shoulder, "Senior Sister, walk faster, you’re two years older than me. Don’t end up losing your way while following."
Mu Qingyue’s breathing quickened; her fingers tightened and loosened. After a while, her mood seemed to stabilize, and with a slightly lower tone, she said, "If I hold onto you, I won’t lose my way."
"Then hold on," Lu Jin’an calmly replied, "I won’t stop walking."
"Sure." Mu Qingyue shifted her body, seemingly trying to nestle half of her body into Lu Jin’an’s embrace.
Just as Lu Jin’an inwardly reflected on how Senior Sister’s chest lacked much substance, the next second he felt a sharp sensation in his waist, arched his back, and paused with an awkward expression.
The next second, he also turned to face Mu Qingyue, twitching his eye corners slightly, "Who told you to hold..."
"You told me to hold on." Mu Qingyue’s left hand disappeared under his clothes, "In my own way."
Mu Qingyue slightly tilted her head as if wanting Lu Jin’an to look into her eyes. Her voice remained as calm as ever—
"Senior Sister can’t see, so she needs a Ming Staff, right?"
The Ming Staff, a rod used by the blind to navigate.
"Junior Brother, it suits perfectly."