On Palace Island in the Brave World's Cross Star.
The siblings came to the small platform atop the palace and gazed out over the distant sea.
Looking at his sister's back, Cong Renfei let out a long sigh. "Sis, aside from Meng Li and the other six, the rest of our disciples all crossed over from our hometown. How should we get along with them from now on?"
Without turning her head, Cong Shuling said, "However we should get along, we will get along. We are their masters, and they are our disciples. It's that simple."
Cong Renfei said, "I can still maintain an air of mystery and grandeur before these disciples, but it always feels strange inside. It's like the secret we masters relied on for our strength has been exposed to them. I always feel as though I've lost the confidence I once had before them."
Cong Shuling shook her head. "It's not like that, Xiao Fei. On the contrary, now that we both know we came from our hometown, there's less contempt between us. Haven't you noticed? Ever since they learned our true identities, they've grown somewhat closer to us without realizing it. Their gazes have become much gentler, as though they were looking at their own kind.
It wasn't like that before. When those disciples faced us, there was always a faint air of aloof pride, as if they were thinking, 'I may not be as strong as you right now, but one day I'll surpass you.'
Before, I thought it was simply the natural arrogance of genius disciples. Now that I think about it, that wasn't it at all. In truth, those disciples never held us in any regard."
After hearing this, Cong Renfei nodded in agreement. "That really does seem to be the case.