Hearing Xue Jin's words, the boy gave a bitter smile. "What value do I have? They raised nine Divine Children, and I was the least gifted of them all. I only survived by sheer luck."
Xue Jin said nothing more and focused on healing his wounds.
Seeing that he refused to give up on him, the boy was deeply moved.
"Senior, could you tell me what Qingxiao Sect is like? I've heard them mention it, but all they said was that Qingxiao Sect is powerful and dangerous. I don't know what it's really like." The boy asked again.
He wrapped both arms around himself and leaned forward, clearly feeling cold.
With his eyes closed, Xue Jin spoke softly. "To me, Qingxiao Sect isn't just a sect. It's home. I've never seen another sect guarantee that all its disciples have enough to eat and wear. No matter how skilled they are or where they come from, everyone has the same basic rights as a person. Even those in power can't bully disciples at will. Their treatment may differ, but their dignity does not."
"When I first joined Qingxiao Sect, all I wanted was a meal. But the Sect Master said I had a talent no one else could see, and insisted on recommending me to his Third Junior Brother, who became my master. I remember some disciples from Aristocratic Clans looking at me with envy back then. I'll never forget how that felt."
He spoke slowly and softly, but every word stirred the boy's heart.
The boy, born into the Qi Clan, couldn't believe a place like that existed in the world.
Dignity?
What an unfamiliar word.
Listening to Xue Jin's description, the boy began to imagine what Qingxiao Sect might be like.
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