Walk Your Own Path, Little One

The moment Lin Xuanxuan realized this, panic welled up in her heart.

Her whole body seemed to shrink several inches as fright sent her dropping to the ground.

After all, she had just been calling him "Little Zhang" again and again, while the Sword Ancestor Founder Ancestor was Little Zhang—

Ah, no!

He was senior sister Yunlu's martial uncle.

Wouldn't addressing him like that be terribly disrespectful...

At the thought, she scarcely even dared to turn around!

Until Zhang Yunlu asked again, "Martial Uncle, what brings you here?"

"Just taking a walk."

The instant she heard those words, she finally came to her senses.

Calling Little Zhang that way was improper, but failing to greet the Sword Ancestor senior at all—wouldn't that be even more disrespectful?

She hurriedly turned around. Not daring to raise her head for another look, she fixed her eyes tightly on the ground.

"This disciple pays respects to the Founder Ancestor."

"Hello." His voice was calm, without the slightest trace of displeasure.

Of course!

How could a big shot like the Sword Ancestor Founder Ancestor possibly get angry over such a trivial matter?

She had been overthinking it just now.

After consoling herself with that thought, Lin Xuanxuan gathered her courage and raised her head.

Only to meet Xu Xing's gaze.

Calm and fathomless—she seemed to see within it an abyss with no bottom...

So this was what the Sword Ancestor senior was really like. He didn't feel nearly as wild, domineering, cool, and dazzling as the legends made him out to be!

Eh!

The legends seemed to record that the Sword Ancestor Founder Ancestor was proficient in a hundred arts, and that his attainments in alchemy were second only to the Pill Ancestor Founder Ancestor's.

Emm...

As a sword cultivator, that somehow didn't seem very