Several hours later.
Su Xin, now dressed in a different skirt and robe, and Wei Tu, whose expression showed a trace of fatigue, finally emerged from the bedchamber together.
At the sight, Nan Hengzi's heart jolted. He stared blankly at Wei Tu with wide eyes, his face full of disbelief.
Should I call Wei Tu Senior Brother now, or... Martial Granduncle? His feelings were tangled beyond measure.
There was nothing to criticize about Wei Tu's character.
If Wei Tu had not risked his life to save her, the master he revered and respected would already have perished, her fragrance faded and her jade broken.
But—when he remembered that Wei Tu had been the guest elder he himself had invited into the sect, his heart ached faintly.
He had personally led the wolf into the house!
Of course, he still blessed Su Xin for finding a good home. His awkwardness at this moment stemmed more from... a man's possessiveness.
That possessiveness was not born of lust. Rather, he feared that the master who had raised and guided him since childhood would shift the center of her affections from him to a "Dao companion."
In the future, I should keep some distance from Master. After all, men and women are different, and I am not related to her by blood.
Nan Hengzi thought to himself.
"Heng'er, what nonsense are you thinking?"
A chilly voice suddenly rang beside Nan Hengzi's ear, pulling him back to reality.
Seeing the faint anger on his master's face, Nan Hengzi was startled and hurriedly cupped his hands. "This disciple would not dare think nonsense. I was only... only..."
He could not bring himself to state it too plainly.
After all, Wei Tu and Su Xin had yet to openly clarify their relationship.
But how could Su Xin