"Senior Brother, Senior Brother! We're fellow disciples! You have to stand up for me!" Seeing Tian Zhan about to leave, Han Xian threw himself around his leg and began to wail.
"Junior Brother, it's not that I don't want to help you. It's just that I've been practicing the refinement of the Purple Heart Barrier-Breaking Pill lately. I really can't spare the time, and I don't have any extra energy."
Tian Zhan had no desire whatsoever to deal with Han Xian's tearful complaints.
They were fellow disciples, yes, but only fellow disciples. Fellow disciples were not blood brothers. Standing up for someone inherently meant trouble and even risk. If a pretty junior sister had come to Tian Zhan, he might have shown the responsibility expected of a senior brother. But for a junior brother? Forget it.
First, Han Xian was not his biological brother. Second, he was not a pretty junior sister. For the sake of being from the same sect, Tian Zhan did not mind casually helping when it did not affect him—sharing some experience or opening a few back doors for him. But doing something as obviously hostile as standing up for him? Tian Zhan wanted nothing to do with it.
Who knew what kind of person this brainless idiot Han Xian had offended? Leaving aside the possibility that he had provoked someone Tian Zhan could not afford to offend, even if it was someone he could handle, offending them just because his junior brother called him a good senior brother would only make Tian Zhan feel like an idiot.
"Senior Brother, you have to help me! If you don't help me, no one else can!"
"Junior Brother, you're already an adult who has undergone the coming-of-age ceremony. Think about it—if I had the time to help you,