His junior brother had been raised and taught by him since childhood… there was absolutely no way he would disregard human ethics to do something so outrageous.
Then it must be this demon with ulterior motives who had deliberately seduced his junior brother.
No wonder his junior brother always defended Zhu Xingyao at every turn… so this was the truth!
A nameless fire spread madly through Yun Siqing’s heart, burning until his entire chest seemed to ache.
His sharp gaze swept over Zhu Xingyao’s innocently bewildered face, almost piercing straight through him.
How dare this brat disturb his junior brother’s Dao heart!
Almost the very instant Yun Siqing’s cold gaze swept over, Zhu Xingyao shot back a provocative, triumphant look, as if to say… Yes, I did it. I dragged Master down from the divine pedestal. What are you going to do about it?
Yun Siqing was now even more convinced that Zhu Xingyao’s intentions were impure. But having been sect master for so many years, even with a raging sea of fury in his heart, his face remained utterly calm and unruffled.
“Junior Brother, I hope you can give me a reasonable explanation. What exactly happened just now?”
Shen Xiuyun wore a mask of agony on the inside.
An explanation?
The explanation was that he, a dignified Immortal Venerable of the Great Vehicle stage, had actually tripped and fallen flat on level ground while practicing swordplay with his disciple!
Even if he told him, Yun Siqing probably wouldn’t believe it, right?
Shen Xiuyun gave a dry laugh, smoothed out his rumpled robes, and tried to change the subject.
“It was really just a misunderstanding. Senior Brother, did you come in person today because of some important matter? Why don’t we go back inside and talk slowly?”
In the previous life, Yun Siqing had hardly ever come to find him in person. Even when there was something, it was at most a single voice transmission.
Yun Siqing’s gaze paused on Zhu Xingyao for a moment, and he snorted coldly. “Indeed, there is an important matter.”
Following his gaze, Shen Xiuyun looked at Zhu Xingyao in confusion. Was it related to his disciple?
But regarding the Demon Mirror Trial, he had already sent a voice transmission to Yun Siqing half a month ago saying he wouldn’t participate.
After all, that place was where Zhu Xingyao had first thrown wide the doors to a whole new world. How could he, having been Reincarnated once, allow something that affected a child’s “healthy” development to happen again?
Back in the meditation chamber, Shen Xiuyun had Zhu Xingyao serve tea.
But Yun Siqing showed no intention of touching the cup of tea before him.
“Senior Brother, would you like some tea? A-Yao brews it every day with the morning dew water he collects. The taste is quite good.”
Aside from his daily required lessons, Zhu Xingyao was exceptionally attentive on ordinary days.
Every aspect of Shen Xiuyun’s life… food, clothing, and daily needs… was arranged with perfect care by him.
If he were suddenly to lose this thoughtful disciple, he might feel a bit unaccustomed.
Yun Siqing cast an indifferent glance at the tea, unmoved.
Zhu Xingyao helpfully reminded him, “Master, Senior Uncle might not be thirsty.”
The morning dew water was something he painstakingly prepared for Master every single day. If not for the fact that the image of a well-behaved disciple couldn’t be ruined in Master’s eyes, Yun Siqing wouldn’t even have the right to glance at this tea.
Yun Siqing shot Zhu Xingyao a displeased look and said coldly, “Why are you still here? Go wait outside.”
Zhu Xingyao did not comply. “Master never hides anything from me on ordinary days. Senior Uncle, if you have something to say, there’s no harm in saying it outright.”
“Utterly lacking in rules and manners! When elders discuss matters, how is it your place to listen in?”
“Senior Uncle, dismissing it all with a single sentence… isn’t that a bit unfair?”
“Glib of tongue and slick of speech! How dare you interject in This Venerable One’s words?”
“Ahem…” Shen Xiuyun coughed softly, putting a stop to their continued argument.
The two were like a pair of fighting cocks; where their gazes collided, sparks could be faintly seen flying.
If they went another round or two, they would probably come to blows.
They had barely met a handful of times. He had no idea why they harbored such deep resentment toward each other.
Either way, Shen Xiuyun was caught in the middle, suffering beyond words.
One was a fragile glass-hearted male lead who couldn’t be bumped or bruised; the other was the senior brother who had raised him since childhood, like a father.
Neither could be offended.
What a miserable life.