"Xiang—Young Master Li, are you truly of the orthodox immortal sect?" Sun Baiwei's lovely eyes shimmered, holding a touch more admiration than before.
Some rejoiced while others grieved. Bai Fuzi could not accept that Xiang Yuan's status had risen from a wild brat to someone noble and extraordinary. Clenching his fists, he snorted coldly, turned, and strode away.
"Senior Brother, Senior Brother, where are you going?"
Sun Baiwei seemed to understand something. Standing there awkwardly, she said softly, "Young Master Li, Senior Brother, he... I'll go after him first. I'll come watch you practice your saber later."
She really was a kind-hearted girl. Knowing Bai Fuzi was suffering inside, she went after him to offer a few words of comfort.
You'd better not go. All he wants right now is some peace and quiet.
Xiang Yuan watched the two retreating figures speechlessly. What kind of melodramatic plot was this? What came next—would the senior brother be expelled from his sect and end up with some demoness?
Thinking of that, he sighed. "Daoist, you should not have arranged for Miss Sun to care for me. The word 'love' is a dangerous one. It can easily stir up trouble."
Xiao Heizi had clearly misunderstood something and explained, "Young Master Li, Baiwei does not know your true identity. This old man never told her, nor did I deliberately arrange anything. Should feelings arise between you, it can only be called fate..."
"As for my disciple, Baiwei sees him as an elder brother. The disciple does not understand Baiwei's feelings. After this matter, I imagine he will devote his thoughts to martial arts and medicine instead."
That sounded nice, but wasn't he just coveting the identity of a Li Clan scion? Otherwise, why would he let his granddaughter do all the dirty, exhausting work?