Hongjun Expounds the Dao

Yuan Tian was happy for a while, then slowly began to feel that something was off. But what exactly was wrong? He needed to think it through carefully. Then it seemed to come back to him. Just now, that bargain-bin master of his had said he was his fourth disciple. That should have been right—wait, what? The fourth disciple?

"Master, may this disciple ask you something?"

Truthfully, Yuan Tian was not really afraid of Hongjun. Perhaps it was because Hongjun had worn such a broad smile when they first met. In any case, Yuan Tian was not afraid of him.

Not being afraid did not mean he lacked respect for Hongjun. He might call him old Daoist or old man, but that was not a sign of disrespect. Sometimes, that was precisely a sign of closeness.

"What is it? Ask away, ask away." Hongjun was still in an exceptionally good mood.

"You just said that I am your fourth disciple?"

"That's right." Indeed, Hongjun had not grown senile yet. Though he always called himself an old Daoist, he still remembered exactly how many disciples he had.

"Then are the three above me my senior brothers or senior sisters? Why haven't I seen them?" Well, that settled it. He had gone from eldest brother to fourth junior brother. Ah, how tragic!

"Oh, you have three senior brothers above you. However, those three senior brothers do not live with your master. They reside on Kunlun Mountain." At the mention of his disciples, Hongjun's face was full of smiles. After all, each of the four disciples he had accepted was extraordinary.

"May I ask what the names of my three senior brothers are?" Yuan Tian had basically confirmed who those three senior brothers were, but it was safer to ask. There were plenty