"I was wrong. It’s just that Junior Sister Miao is a secular Martial Artist, so I thought she could communicate with the children more easily. I was so focused on the Sect’s affairs that I failed to consider her position. I know I was wrong!"
Gu Fei said with a look of "apology," admitting only to a mont of carelessness.
He was framing the issue as a failure to respect a Grandmaster’s dignity.
"Junior Sister? From now on, you will address her as Uncle Master!"
Master Qingshan rebuked with a frown.
"Uncle Master?"
Peng Fei’s eyes flew wide. Even with his Divine Void Realm cultivation, his mind reeled in astonishnt.
"Your Master Qingyang has accepted a disciple on his master’s behalf. From now on, your Jing generation has a new, young Uncle Master."
After he finished speaking, Master Qingshan himself found the situation sowhat comical and couldn’t help but give a helpless smile.
"This..."
Peng Fei’s mind worked fast. He imdiately bowed to Miao Miaomiao and said, "Disciple Jingxiu pays his respects to Uncle Master!"
She hadn’t thought much of it, but hearing Peng Fei call her "Uncle Master" made Miao Miaomiao freeze up. Her face flushed red, and she was suddenly at a loss for what to do.
After all, she wasn’t even twenty yet—still just a young woman. Yet in the blink of an eye, she’d beco soone’s Uncle Master.
And this was the sa person who had been so high and mighty before, ordering her around.
"You’re the elder here. What’s there to be nervous about?"
"Hurry up and tell your martial nephew to rise!"
Zhao Rui found her predicant incredibly amusing.
Miao Miaomiao was sharp enough to know this was all because of Zhao Rui’s arrival.
She imdiately composed herself, cleared her throat, and said, "Martial nephew, you may rise."
Peng Fei’s expression was the picture of awkwardness. A thousand thoughts raced through his mind.
’On one side is my master’s direct grandson, and on the other, my new Uncle Master. I’m caught right in the middle. What am I supposed to do?’
Lost in thought, he naturally hesitated for a mont.
Seeing this, Miao Miaomiao couldn’t help but raise her voice a notch. "Martial nephew, I said you may rise! What’s the matter, can’t you hear your Uncle Master?"
"Ah? Oh. Oh!"
"Thank you, Uncle Master."
Peng Fei scrambled to his feet, retreated a few steps in embarrassnt, and stood behind the masters.
At the sa ti, his eyes couldn’t help but dart over to Zhao Rui, and a question ford in his mind.
’Who is this man?’
’Master Qingyang suddenly took on a disciple for his own master. Could it have sothing to do with him?’
"Alright, we’ll deal with your matter later. For now, go and make the arrangents. I will preside over the investiture ceremony in the main hall tomorrow."
Since Master Qingshan had already dealt with the matter, Master Qingyang said no more. Instead, he sent Peng Fei off to organize the next day’s ceremony.
After all, no matter how much he wanted to curry favor with Zhao Rui, the man was still an outsider. It was best not to air the Sect’s dirty laundry in front of him.
He had his own dignity to maintain.
"Yes, Senior Master!"
Peng Fei imdiately agreed and left without a mont’s delay to gather people and prepare for the next day’s events.
"Zhao Zhenren, I never expected you to have such a fateful connection with our Taishan Sect," Master Qingyang said with a laugh. "And you, Junior Sister... why didn’t you tell sooner?"
"The Taishan Sect has always been the leader of the Dongqi Martial Dao. It was Miaomiao’s own wish to co here and learn, and it is her good fortune," Zhao Rui said, half-joking. "We didn’t intentionally hide anything. The truth is, she just didn’t think my na carried any weight."
"Haha, I suspect you’re the one who didn’t ntion it, my friend. By the way, in a little while, I’ll take you both to see our Uncle Master Mu Hua Zi. If he isn’t in seclusion, I’m sure we’ll be able to see him."
"It would be my honor to et Senior Mu Hua Zi," Zhao Rui replied politely.
He’d heard the na Mu Hua Zi before, from the Saint Lotus Sect Leader.
He knew the man was a venerable expert, but he was now advanced in years and spent most of his ti in secluded cultivation, rarely making an appearance.
"In that case, allow to ask."
After speaking, Master Qingyang reached out and crushed a Sound Transmission Talisman. It was a communication thod that used True Qi vibrations, working on a principle remarkably similar to electromagnetic waves.
The ssage was sent and received in monts. A pleased look appeared on Master Qingyang’s face as he turned to the others. "Our Uncle Master just finished his seclusion and is available now. Let’s go see him."
"Um, Grand... Senior Brother," Miao Miaomiao stamred, looking down at the children who were craning their necks, waiting quietly and expectantly. "I need to get these children settled first."
"There’s no need for you to handle that."
With that, Master Qingyang beckoned, ordering an accompanying disciple to go and arrange for the new disciples below.
"Thank you, Senior Brother!" Miao Miaomiao said quickly.
Master Qingyang gave a slight wave of his hand. After making a gesture of invitation toward Zhao Rui, he led the group to the tranquil cultivation grounds of Daoist Mu Hua Zi on the rear mountain.
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