Chapter 17 (2/2)

The young man greeted her obediently.

Xing Jiuan was ranked 21st among these disciples. She did not know why the Master had taken in so many disciples. This young man was already the 25th disciple.

With that said, Master had taken in very few disciples after Xing Jiuan left.

Over the past decade, including the newly recruited disciple, he had only taken in four students.

It seemed that many people wanted to become the Master’s disciple.

Of all the disciples, this youth was the youngest. The second one was Xing Jiuan.

There was nothing wrong with him calling her Little Senior Sister.

Xing Jiuan nodded in acknowledgment and looked at her master.

“Master,” she called softly.

“Why are you standing there? Hurry up and sit down. Come to my side.” Master pretended to be unhappy, but his eyes were filled with happiness.

And he would be happy.

Although he had many disciples, he had truly watched Xing Jiuan grow up.

The little girl had become his disciple when she was three years old.

She was the youngest one he had ever taken in.

Although the little girl’s senior brothers and sisters took good care of her, she still grew up by his side.

Xing Jiuan walked over and sat down beside her master.

Master was sitting in a high chair, and there was a slightly shorter chair beside him. It was Xing Jiuan’s personal chair.

It had been hers since she was young until now.

This was the only proof of favoritism that belonged solely to her.

The only senior sister who’d remained here went to make ginger soup for Xing Jiuan.

She should warm herself up when she was cold.