Honoring One's Teacher

After a long while, their lips parted.

On the Mountain Peak, Xiao Xueqin nestled against Xiao Han's chest, the faint blush on her pretty face still lingering. The two watched the rising sun at the distant horizon without speaking, quietly savoring this warm and beautiful moment.

"Xiao Han!"

Before long, a shout rang out. A figure swiftly swept up the Mountain Peak—it was Xiao Yan.

"Uh..." Seeing the two on the grass, Xiao Yan blinked. This... seemed like a rather inappropriate time to arrive.

Startled by the voice behind her, Xiao Xueqin sprang out of Xiao Han's arms like a frightened little rabbit and quickly got to her feet.

"Third... Young Master." Xiao Xueqin lowered her head, her face red as she spoke softly. Having Xiao Yan witness what had just happened made her unbearably shy.

"Looks like I came at a bad time." Xiao Yan glanced at Xiao Xueqin before turning his gaze to Xiao Han with a smile.

"It's fine. Next time you go on a date with that person, I'll come join the fun too." Xiao Han rose to his feet and smiled.

Xiao Yan could not help shaking his head with a laugh. Then, he gave Xiao Han a meaningful look.

Xiao Han naturally understood. Xiao Yan had something to tell him and wanted Xiao Xueqin to leave.

"Third Young Master, Xiao Han, I'll be leaving first. You two talk." Xiao Xueqin was exceedingly perceptive and naturally saw that the two had something to discuss. After saying that, she headed straight down the mountain.

"You've got pretty good taste, kid!" Xiao Yan walked over to Xiao Han's side, watching Xiao Xueqin descend the mountain as he patted Xiao Han's shoulder. Then he could not help sighing. "It's just a pity she can't cultivate."

"Her talent is not the least bit inferior to Xun Er's. Before long, she'll become a Goddess of the Xiao Clan capable of rivaling Xun Er." Xiao Han gazed at Xiao Xueqin's departing figure and spoke slowly.

"You're sure?" Xiao Yan was somewhat startled. Xiao Han's words were truly hard to believe. How could Xiao Xueqin, who could not cultivate, possibly compare to Xun Er? "Just wait and see," Xiao Han said with a smile, offering no explanation. Then he changed the subject. "Why did you come looking for me so early?"

"I sweet-talked that Old Man into giving me a High-Grade Xuan Tier Dou Skill, Eight-Stage Collapse. Interested in cultivating it together?" Xiao Yan leaned close to Xiao Han's ear and grinned.

"Uh..." Xiao Han froze. Though he felt a slight warmth in his heart, he was silently mourning for Xiao Yan. My Big Shot Flame Emperor, you actually dared to call your teacher that? Do you think the old man can't hear you? Just as Xiao Han was mourning for Xiao Yan, his pupils suddenly contracted. A phantom figure of an Old Man had appeared behind Xiao Yan. Who else could it be but Yao Lao? "You brat, do you know what it means to honor your teacher and respect the Way?" Yao Lao was so furious that his beard blew and his eyes widened. He stepped forward and gave Xiao Yan a hard knock on the head.

"Ow..."

Xiao Yan immediately clutched his head and cried out miserably. He spun around, ready to launch into a furious tirade, but the moment he saw who was behind him, his mouth snapped shut.

"Hehe, um... Teacher, good morning!" Xiao Yan forcibly squeezed out a smile on his handsome face, while inwardly crying bitterly. It seemed he had learned his lesson this time.

Yao Lao glared at Xiao Yan. This brat was simply detestable.

"Teacher, it's perfect that you came out. I was just about to practice the Dou Skill you taught us with Xiao Han. Why don't you give us a few pointers while you're at it? It would be even better if you could demonstrate it for us. We both really want to witness your peerless bearing, Teacher. Once you make a move, you'll definitely drive countless Maidens crazy." Xiao Yan moved beside Yao Lao and said with a smile.

At the side, Xiao Han secretly gave Xiao Yan a thumbs-up. One word: impressed!

"Don't think a few flattering words will make me personally demonstrate it." Yao Lao shot Xiao Yan a glare. Then he stroked his beard, turned around, and continued, "Still, what you said isn't wrong. Back in those days, if I made a move, it was simply..."

Omitted here.

A few minutes later.

"Uh..." On the Mountain Peak, Xiao Han and Xiao Yan stared blankly at Yao Lao's back. Black lines streamed down both their foreheads as they drifted in the cool morning breeze...