Please Protect Me, Junior Brother

After bathing, he changed into clean new clothes.

Half of Mo Yin's face showed resistance, the other half disgust.

He seemed to dislike being controlled by others—or perhaps controlling others.

Seeing this, Xu Changqing could not help but ponder. "I'd say a short pain is better than a long one. Why not get you into the first batch to become formal disciples? Once you enter the Spirit Field Core, let Senior Brother Lingbi have the headache."

He was not a nanny. There was no need to follow this fellow around every day and look after him.

With that time, what could he not do instead?

Mo Yin sat on the hardwood bed, his back against the icy wall, and said indignantly, "You... annoying!"

Xu Changqing raised a brow. "Isn't it a good thing that someone cares about you?"

Mo Yin froze. "You..."

Xu Changqing said wistfully, "I have no father or mother. I do not even have a single family member."

Mo Yin was immediately left speechless, an inexplicable light flickering in his eyes.

Xu Changqing waved a hand. "I'll personally help plant your seedlings over at the Spirit Fields. Don't mess around on your own anymore."

Afterward, he closed the door and headed in the other direction.

Only after confirming that he had gone far away did Mo Yin finally relax. With his eyes lowered and half-closed, he murmured, "What realm is that person actually at? You nearly failed to notice him?"

"I know. Only you treat me well!"

"But that person was right. I need to enter the Spirit Field Core first, so I won't be eliminated!"

"Only by becoming a formal disciple can I gain access to high-grade cultivation arts, spells, and resources!"

Faint voices drifted out from the room.

Yet whether they lived nearby or merely