Inside the pavilion.
Shi Qingyue stared blankly at Liu Yunche, blurting out, "You're saying that a mighty Spirit Cultivator from the Provincial Capital secretly observed you for more than ten days, then insisted on taking you as a disciple?"
Shi Qingyue paused for a moment, leaned back in his chair, and said, "Yunche, how come I never noticed your skin was this thick before?"
"No one would believe that even if you told them."
Liu Yunche said nothing, merely shaking his head slightly as he took a small sip of tea.
Seeing his expression, Shi Qingyue asked half-believingly, "Did you truly take a mighty Spirit Cultivator as your master?"
"Of course it's true. How could that be fake?"
Shi Qingyue's eyes shifted as he came over and sat beside Liu Yunche, grinning. "Yunche, take a look at me. Do I have what it takes to be your junior brother?"
Liu Yunche smiled faintly without replying. Just as he reached for his teacup, Shi Qingyue promptly offered it to him with both hands.
Liu Yunche's gaze landed on the pastries, and the plate was immediately brought before him.
Seeing this, he stopped teasing Shi Qingyue.
"If Qing Yue is interested, stay here with me for the next few days. If Master happens to pass by and takes a liking to you, he'll naturally show himself and accept you as a disciple."
"We can spar more often. Perhaps Master will notice your strengths."
"Ah..." At that, Shi Qingyue slumped limply into his chair. "Wouldn't that mean getting beaten up by you every day?"
Liu Yunche glanced at Shi Qingyue and said darkly, "Maybe more than once..."
Shi Qingyue could not help rolling his eyes.
After a long while, he finally sobered up and said solemnly, "Congratulations, Yunche. My brother truly is no