The moment his words fell, Han Xuan, who had been gazing downward, saw her eyes light up slightly. Her father had said Uncle was a reclusive master. So it was because he had stayed in the Five Aggregates Immortal Sect for so long—now that made sense.
If Brother Wuhen and Uncle came to the Sky-Piercing Sect to work odd jobs together, then she could take care of them too.
Yet the instant those words came out, the legs of several female Sky-Piercing Sect disciples went weak, and they nearly dropped to their knees on the spot.
In the vast Three Thousand Great Worlds, who would dare pay the Dao Ancestor wages...? Were they sick of living too long?
All they wanted now was to swiftly take Han Xuan away. If they spoke another word to this little ancestor, who knew what colossal karma they might become entangled in? They certainly did not dare say anything ill of the Five Aggregates Immortal Sect in front of Qian Wuhen.
"Young friend, the Sky-Piercing Sect already has enough miscellaneous workers." One female disciple wore an awkward yet polite smile. "We will not linger any longer. We must return to the sect and report."
"Then this junior will not disturb the Immortals any further." Qian Wuhen revealed a clear, innocent smile. So Immortals were not all that different—they were as approachable as his own relatives.
Only his father had a rather odd temper and seemed harder to get along with. But he was a farmer, so he surely could not be as particular as Immortals.
Han Xuan, however, found a trace of doubt rising in her heart. Why did these Immortals seem... excessively polite today? They were almost like elder sisters. Was it because she had joined the sect?
She tilted her head gently,