"Cough, cough! Sect Master, mind your words. Please, both of you, rise quickly."
Qin Shaofeng had yet to recover from the brothers' names when their kneeling startled him.
Usually, there was nothing wrong with him and Ximen Li calling themselves friends despite their age difference.
After all, the one he had seen most often was only Ximen Li's grandson, Ximen Zhuiyue.
Though Ximen Zhuiyue was older than him, his temperament was far too childish, and Qin Shaofeng had truly regarded him as a child.
But now, things were completely different, weren't they?
Ximen Tiantang and Ximen Youming were both men in their forties or fifties.
Having himself become the uncle of those two... that really did not seem quite right!
"What do you mean, mind my words?"
Ximen Li raised his brows and said, "You and I were already friends despite our age difference. Though we never deliberately discussed it these days, we have always associated as equals. Is there anything wrong with having these two little fellows call you Uncle?"
As Qin Shaofeng listened to this speech, it gave him an oddly familiar feeling.
Bah! What did he mean, oddly familiar?
It was plainly extremely familiar.
Back at the Carefree Gate, had Zi Long not said something similar?
The difference was that Zi Long had been wholly trying to use him, while Ximen Li, though he did not lack such intentions, was far more sincere.
"Third Uncle."
The Ximen brothers did not understand why, yet they did not dare defy their father's orders.
Even though the brothers' cultivation had long surpassed Ximen Li's by far.
"Good, good."
Ximen Li was instantly overjoyed. He patted Qin Shaofeng's shoulder and said, "Shaofeng, they have already bowed, and they have already called you Uncle. What else do you have to say?"
"Cough!