Fortunately, Auntie Zhe had already come over to smooth things over by this point.
"Wencai, why are you still standing there like a fool? This really is your master's senior brother. Hurry up and greet Martial Uncle!"
"Oh, oh! Disciple Wencai pays his respects to Martial Uncle!"
Hearing Wencai's respectful greeting, Shi Jian's tightly furrowed brow finally relaxed a little.
"Junior Brother Lin has indeed taken in a good disciple..."
As he said this, Shi Jian forced a smile that didn't reach his eyes. It was very obvious that he could tell Wencai wasn't very bright in the head, and that someone like this wasn't suited for cultivation. In Shi Jian's view, Lin Fengjiao choosing to take him in as a disciple was truly disgraceful.
Hearing Shi Jian's veiled sarcasm, the smile on Auntie Zhe's face instantly vanished.
Lin Fengjiao was her beloved, after all. Could she possibly stand by and watch him be mocked like this by Shi Jian?
"Senior Brother is quite wrong. Junior Brother Lin merely saw that Wencai was an orphan with no father or mother and took pity on him, so he accepted him as a nominal disciple to stay at the Abandoned Inn, where he wouldn't lack a bite to eat.
To put it bluntly, this is an accumulation of merit. Does Senior Brother actually think there is something wrong with that?
Or is he saying that Wencai should have been left out in the cold to fend for himself and live or die as he pleased?"
Two consecutive sharp retorts made Shi Jian's expression somewhat unnatural, though he still calmly replied, "Since he is a nominal disciple, there's no need to call me Martial Uncle. After all, he hasn't officially been initiated into Mount Mao yet!"
Hearing this, Wencai, standing to the side,