Taking Yue Qingxiao as a Disciple

Ning Xin's mouth twitched.

His disciple had become his grand martial uncle?

Of course, the sect was not that rigid.

After thinking carefully, he replied to Yan Ning through his thoughts, "There's no need for that. We can each use our own forms of address. We can just keep calling him Shuo'er."

Or call him the Dao Child.

Ning Xin could tell that Yue Shuo valued loyalty and cherished old bonds.

Although they had not spent long with Yue Shuo, they had already become very close.

Even without the bond of master and disciple, it would not make much difference.

He could not be bothered to dwell on the rumors surrounding Yue Shuo's origins within the sect. He knew very well that he had brought Yue Shuo into the sect, but whether the sect master had secretly nurtured him afterward was another matter.

For Yue Shuo's future, he had no intention of competing with the sect master for the position of mentor.

But even the sect master only called him junior brother. It seemed that some mighty senior from an even higher level had taken a liking to Shuo'er and intended to accept him as a disciple.

Ning Xin was only happy for Yue Shuo.

When they had first accepted him as a disciple, there might have been a hint of self-interest involved.

But human hearts were made of flesh.

The longer they spent together, the more pleasing he became to their eyes.

Ning Xin and Yan Ning had long regarded Yue Shuo as their own child.

They considered every aspect on his behalf.

Now that their "child" had a better future, he was naturally willing to push from behind and lend him a hand, bringing their shared bond to fulfillment.

"Old Ning, what do you think about taking Qingxiao