Chapter 17 - This Is Your Senior Sister

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.

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.