Chapter 17 (1/2)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Xing Jiuan’s nose felt a little sour. “It’s me, Jiuan.”

She walked over quickly as she spoke.

Eldest Senior Brother saw her too and hurried over. “What’s wrong? Why didn’t you tell us you were coming back? Did you get bullied? Did that brat, Mu Qing, not take good care of you?”

Eldest Senior Brother’s appearance was clearly that of a cultured and refined man. Even if he was wearing simple clothes, one could tell that he was extraordinary.

However, his nagging and nervous look right now was like that of a senior who had seen his children suffer and wanted to stand up for them.

“I just wanted to come home and visit. Senior Brother Mu Qing treats me very well.” Her voice was a little hoarse and slightly nasal.

Eldest Senior Brother grumbled again, “Why didn’t you come earlier? You should have worn more clothes at least. Did you catch a cold?”

As he spoke, he took off his jacket and draped it over Xing Jiuan before bringing her home.

Although it was at the top of the mountain, the place they called home was really not small.

Otherwise, with Master’s many disciples, they would have nowhere to stay if they all came together.

Their home looked like a manor, except an ancient one. It occupied a large area.

As soon as they walked in, an ancient-looking corridor, a rock garden, and a small fountain could be seen.

There was a long row of houses, which were where the disciples usually stayed. Each of them had their own room.

Xing Jiuan’s house was in the center. As she was the youngest, everyone wanted to protect her and stay close to her. After that, Xing Jiuan stayed near her master.

It seemed more fair that way.

“Master, look who’s here,” Eldest Senior Brother said happily as he brought Xing Jiuan in.

At this time, there were not many disciples waiting there. There were only three people along with Eldest Senior Brother, and one little disciple that Master had taken in not long ago.

It was a young boy who was about fifteen or sixteen years old. He was very delicate-looking.

Upon seeing the two of them enter, he greeted Eldest Senior Brother obediently but did not recognize Xing Jiuan.

Xing Jiuan had not been here when he had become a disciple.

“This is your little senior sister,” said Eldest Senior Brother.