The unimportant people left, and what followed was a casual chat between fellow disciples.
Yue Qingqing spilled the beans about her life journey, starting from her "birth" to the present, in a condensed version.
Yue Qingqing had barely been born when she was abandoned by a family with the surname Zhuang. At that news, Yan Sinian’s brows furrowed with a trace of anger.
Back then, the little junior sister was completely helpless. If not for having been found by kind people, a girl like her could have ended up in any sort of plight.
Yue Qingqing, on the other hand, comforted him, "This may be what Master often refers to as ’the ways of worldly connections.’ Otherwise, I wouldn’t bear the Yue surname, my name wouldn’t be exactly the same as in my previous life, and I wouldn’t have coincidentally found little senior brother here."
At this point, Yue Qingqing hurriedly grabbed onto Yan Sinian’s sleeve.
"Yan senior brother, now that I’ve finally met you, please take me to find little senior brother."
Yan Sinian, who was usually fastidious, let Yue Qingqing shake him as he asked in return, "Why look for him? Aren’t you noisy enough already?"
He didn’t share any special feelings with his fellow sect brothers; a cultivator’s emotions are naturally detached, especially for Yan Sinian, who focused solely on the sword.
Moreover, things were good as they were now, weren’t they? No one was competing with him for his little junior sister.
Yue Qingqing scratched her head, suddenly at a loss for words.
She knew that while several senior brothers were good to her, they were not particularly close to each other and often found each other’s presence irritating.
But... but by herself, she probably couldn’t even go a little further afield, so how could she find the little senior brother?
Seeing Yue Qingqing’s pitiful expression, Yan Sinian’s heart softened, and he gently scraped her nose with his index finger.
"You’re still young now. The most important thing is to study well. Once you’re grown, I’ll take you to find Gong Qiming, okay?"
Yue Qingqing was momentarily speechless. Listen to that, still, study well, is that something a cultivator should say?
It sounded almost the same as what parents would say.
Yan Sinian took out a patience he only had for his little junior sister, coaxing her, "Think about Gong Qiming. If you two meet, won’t he talk your ear off for days and nights, insisting on recounting every single thing that has happened to you?"
The thought of that scene made Yue Qingqing shudder involuntarily.
Little senior brother indeed talked way too much.
"Moreover, you’ve also said the Yue Family is very fond of you. Would they let you go off with a person they don’t know? It would be better to wait a few years until I’m more familiar with your family, then it would be more convenient to take you."
Seeing that senior brother had thought everything through for her, Yue Qingqing was not overly stubborn.
"Yan senior brother is right, let’s wait a few more years before discussing this."
Yan Sinian gently patted his little junior sister’s head, smiling without saying a word.
It didn’t occur to him that there was anything shameful about wanting to keep his junior sister all to himself.
Although he had missed the time when the junior sister was a little bun, her current form was still charming and lovable, soft and tender.
If the others saw her, they would undoubtedly jostle for her affection.
Yue Qingqing had no idea that Yan Sinian, who appeared to be calm and collected, hid such personal desires. She found every word he said made perfect sense. She felt that it was she who hadn’t considered things well enough to make such a request.
Senior brother Yan seemed to be a doctor now and surely had his own affairs to attend to; how could she casually demand his company for her own caprice?
When she looked up and saw the outside, Yue Qingqing suddenly exclaimed.
"It’s so late? Oh no, oh no, my family doesn’t know what I am up to by now... "
She had intended for a quick encounter, which indeed went as expected.
But she hadn’t foreseen that she’d run into the third senior brother here, and naturally, with so long apart, there was much for them to discuss.
When she looked up again, it was the deep night with the moon high in the sky.
Yue Qingqing couldn’t help but feel guilty.
Would she get beaten when she returned home...?
In Daye Village, every time Xiaohu went out to play and forgot the time, he would return home only to be beaten by the silent and reserved second uncle.
Yue Qingqing subconsciously rubbed her buttocks, as if she could hear Xiaohu’s cries of distress echoing in her ears.