Qian Renxue called out in a poised, steady tone and pushed the freshly poured tea toward Yang Xing.
"Dear disciple, long time no see."
Yang Xing replied with a smile, smoothly lifted the tea Qian Renxue had pushed over, took a sip, and praised it. "It tastes wonderful! As expected, the tea here suits your master's tastes best."
Qian Renxue smiled gently, sounding deeply satisfied. "It is Xue'er's honor to receive Master's approval. But did Master come to see Xue'er so suddenly because something happened?"
Yang Xing raised a brow and glanced at her, his eyes carrying a teasing glint as he looked her over. "What, can't I come see you unless I need something? Am I really that awful?"
Faced with Yang Xing's teasing, Qian Renxue merely blinked calmly and replied as though it were only natural. "Aren't you?"
Then, under Yang Xing's slightly puzzled gaze, she lowered her eyes and fiddled with a stray lock of hair before tilting her head and continuing, "After all, where you live is closer to Sister Rongrong and Sister Xiao Wu, so you can spend most of your time with them. Xue'er is too far away from you. Unless you have something to discuss with me, Master, we rarely get to see each other."
Yang Xing smacked his lips as he listened. He did not feel much about it, but just as Qian Renxue had said, he spent more time with Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu and guided them more often.
It really did feel as though he had not treated everyone equally.
However, Yang Xing did not think there was anything wrong with what he had done.
He was only their master.
The Soul Skills he was supposed to pass down were genuinely taught, and whenever his disciples needed someone to