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Shen Ying looked at the person in front of her whose eyes shone in excitement and who kept asking questions. There were several times when Shen Ying wanted to answer him, but she couldn't interject, and her ears were full of his non-stop talking. After several dozens of questions, he finally seemed tired, as his voice slowed down and his eyelids drooped sleepily. He was a kid to begin with, and having cooked two meals since the morning and had just learned to direct qi into the body, it was only normal that he would be tired.

“Master, Master, what you both talk about I often… can't understand. Have I… forgotten something?”

“Master, Master, I can make many… many delicious food! So… you will always stay with me, right?”

“Master, Master, Yi Qing likes you… even more than… Mother w.a.n.g.”

After he said that, he looked like he finally couldn't bear the sleepiness any more. His little body swayed and his face was going to touch the ground.

Shen Ying casually dragged him up again. Her eyes darkened slightly, and she sighed, before she turned and walked into the house.

Hmm, I hope he won't sleep too long. After all… there's still dinner!

Besides… who is this Mother w.a.n.g?

Luckily, Chef only slept for two hours before he woke up.

Yi Qing sat up, rubbing his eyes, and he stopped short when he saw Shen Ying beside the bed. His little eyes brightened instantly, and somehow he felt a warmth in his heart.

Back in the little village, he had always been alone. So he envied the other kids in the village, who had parents beside them sending them to sleep. Even Niu Niu had Mother w.a.n.g. Yet he did not have anyone. Every day, he slept and woke by himself. Although he had long gotten used to it, he always felt an emptiness.

Yet now, he had it too- he had Master!

“Master,” he turned to hug the person beside him, his small head buried inside her arms.

Shen Ying wasn't paying attention, and she almost fell off the bed. She hurried to put aside a foot to steady herself, yet it happened to kick the bamboo basket at the side, and immediately, a basket-full of fruit core was poured all over the ground.

Yi Qing, who was still in her arms, stunned for a moment, looked at the fruit cores, and then at Shen Ying. He suddenly understood something and his small brows tangled in disapproval.

Shen Ying subconsciously looked up at the sky, pretending that she had not seen anything.

“Master, didn't we say that these fruits are not yet ripe, and can't be eaten yet?”

“Uh… actually, Father Niu ate these!” Hmm, absolutely.

“Mster!”

“Alright, I just casually ate a few because it was too boring sitting waiting for you to wake up.”

“You've eaten them all.”

“…” Chef had changed indeed, he's never blamed her before. He must have been taught badly by Father Niu!

“Master…” Yi Qing sighed, sat up straight in the manner of an adult. His expression was serious and he looked like he was going to say something.

Suddenly, a childish voice came from the door, and cautiously said, “Disciple Lou Tao begs to see Supremacy Shen and Uncle-Master Yi Qing.”

Lou Tao? Who is that?

Shen Ying paused for a moment.

The person outside, hearing no response ventured to ask again, “Supremacy, Uncle-Master, are you in?”

“Yes!” Yi Qing answered, as he jumped down from the bed, smoothed the wrinkled sides of his clothes, and took a look at Shen Ying, before he said, “Come in.”

Then came the sound of the door opening, and to their surprise, the person who entered was a child around the same age as Yi Qing. He had a round face and small eyes, curiosity written all over his face. His body shape was surprisingly… round.

Very round, actually. This was a chubby boy. Even that blue and white disciple's clothes, which was supposedly sage-like, looked slightly amusing on him.

He first looked at Yi Qing and then looked at Shen Ying behind him. He made a salute slowly, perhaps because obesity had hindered his movement. “Greetings, Supremacy, young Uncle-Master.”

“What's the matter?” asked Shen Ying.

“Supremacy, my father… I mean, the sect master,” He seemed to have said it habitually, and changed it upon thinking. “The sect master ordered me to come and bring young Uncle-Master to the Hall of Disciples and make a disciple name card.”

Yi Qing stunned for a moment, before remembering that Lonemoon mentioned something like this, so he nodded, “Okay!”

“Besides…” Lonemoon continued, looking at Shen Ying, “Supremacy Lonemoon also told me to invite Supremacy Shen over to the audience hall.”

“Ah?” Shen Ying leaned at the head of the bed lazily. What was Father Niu asking for her for? “So troublesome…”

“Supremacy, young Uncle-Master, please follow me!” Lou Tao hurried to take a side-step, and made an inviting gesture.

“Master, let's go!” Seeing that Shen Ying didn't move at all, Yi Qing had to turn back and grab her hand.

Only now did Shen Ying stand up and follow the chubby boy towards the transportation array in front of the house.

Lou Tao wanted to bring Yi Qing to make a name card first, yet Yi Qing was unwilling. He had to send Shen Ying all the way to the front of the audience hall, see that she went in, before he turned and went towards the direction of Disciples' Hall.

Lou Tao looked confused. They had reached once they came out of the transportation array, why trouble himself unnecessarily? Yet as he thought about the words of his father the sect master, he seemed to understand something immediately.

“Young Uncle-Master, you are so good to your Master.” No wonder he got to be the disciple of Supremacy.

Yi Qing's footsteps stopped momentarily, as he recalled in an instant, someone's history of getting lost five to six times a day at the peak of only a few hundred meters. He stayed silent.

Yet the chubby boy was somewhat excited. He was the son of the sect master. Among the younger disciples of the sect, he was the youngest, yet he had a high seniority ranking, with a number of Junior Brothers, Junior Sisters, and Disciple-Nephews. Therefore, everybody added a “young” in front when addressing him.

Lou Tao, who happened to be in the rebellious phase of youth, was naturally quite unhappy about it. Surprisingly, now he suddenly had an Uncle-Master, the disciple of Soul Formation Supremacies, whose seniority was even higher than him. He felt happy immediately, so even before the disciple had officially registered, he had started calling him “young Uncle-Master”, with great enthusiasm.

As if he had prior knowledge of Yi Qing not talking much, when he brought him through several transportation arrays, he talked tirelessly about all kinds of affairs, from the good-looking new disciples who came from other sects to Elders taking a liking to which female cultivators, he said it all, and all the while gesticulating enthusiastically.

He was almost a moving Encyclopedia. Yi Qing listened the whole way through without stopping him, yet inside he was thinking, what to cook for Master tonight?

The one talking and the one absent-minded walked on rather harmoniously. Yet as they approached Disciples' Hall, noises could be heard coming from the front.

Lou Tao's footsteps stopped, as he saw that Disciples' Hall had been surrounded by kids around ten years old, some were in the same blue and white clothes just like him, but others were in green robes. The two sides stood separately and looked like they were arguing about something.

“Are these people from the Green Robes Sect?” Lou Tao was stunned. He wrinkled his brows at Yi Qing and explained casually, “I heard father say that their sect had been eliminated by demons. My father and Uncle-Master took great trouble to save some of their disciples. Why are they surrounding the area? Young Uncle-Master, shall we go and take a look?”

“Okay.”