Ah!
The man looked as though he had suddenly understood.
So...
"Master merely took in the yaoguai."
Compared to what he thought of the man's actions, Master cared more about dealing with that yaoguai.
Master hadn't said anything about what he had done because...
"Master never intended to take me as his disciple..."
Even after all that effort...
He still hadn't made Master consider taking him as a disciple, not even for a moment.
Was he still just an insignificant passerby to Master?
The man suddenly felt dejected.
And a little dispirited.
Seeing him like this, the old man felt sorry for him.
"You..."
He had meant to urge the man once more to give up on the idea of taking his junior brother as his master...
But when the words reached his lips, he swallowed them.
He worried that what he said would be an even greater blow to the young man.
He hadn't met the young man many times.
But each time they met, the young man had never changed his purpose.
He wanted to become his junior brother's disciple.
He remembered the first time he had met the young man.
The young man had glanced at him casually, his expression cold and indifferent, as if nothing mattered to him.
But the moment he saw his junior brother, a startling light had burst into the young man's eyes.
When the young man learned that he was his junior brother's senior brother, his attitude toward him changed completely.
He couldn't exactly call it enthusiastic.
The young man simply wasn't the enthusiastic type.
Still, he had done his utmost to get close to—and "win over"—his junior brother's senior brother.
This young man was truly devoted to his junior brother...
Thinking of this, the old man couldn't help