Tang San spoke with righteous conviction, looking utterly justified.
Hearing this explanation, Xue Bingchen instantly understood!
Damn! How did I forget about that?!
Xue Bingchen frantically complained to himself:
In some extremely ancient sects with strict rules and traditions, a master's daughter was indeed respectfully addressed by disciples as "Martial Aunt"!
And Tang San came from the Bashu Tang Sect in his previous life, an ancient sect that placed the utmost importance on respecting masters, honoring elders, and observing hierarchy! Those principles had long been carved into his bones!
So... in Tang San's eyes, Xiao Wu, that hundred-thousand-year-old rogue rabbit, had suddenly become his elder?!
Just imagining Tang San calling Xiao Wu "Little Martial Aunt" every day in the future, even having to perform the proper courtesies for an elder...
A strange, almost laughable thought immediately flashed through Xue Bingchen's mind.
These generations are really a mess...
However, Xue Bingchen quickly cast those strange thoughts aside.
Anyway, it was their problem if things were chaotic. As their "father" and master, all he needed to do was watch the show.
"Fine, call her whatever you want."
Xue Bingchen waved his hand indifferently and turned toward the door.
"Since there are no more problems, let's set off now! Our destination—the Sunset Forest!"
The journey to the Sunset Forest was long, so the three of them hired a spacious carriage and traveled leisurely along the main road.
Inside the carriage.
Xiao Wu idly swung her two slender legs, her ruby-like eyes darting around before settling on Tang San, who sat opposite her with his head lowered. Ever since boarding the carriage, he had remained silent like a brooding gourd.
"Hey, Little San."
Xiao Wu stretched out her fair little hand and waved it before Tang San's eyes, asking in a teasing tone: