Seeing Ding Songyan standing there speechless, Zheng Zhuxi smiled and called again:
"Junior Brother?"
Ding Songyan smiled and walked toward Zheng Zhuxi, making casual conversation:
"Senior Sister, why aren't you wearing something festive?"
The desire for festive cheer during the New Year, combined with Great Zhao's fondness for red, had just treated Ding Songyan to all manner of red robes and skirts in Flat Lake Town.
"I dress simply at the year's end to clear my mind, gather my thoughts, and reflect on the past. Tomorrow, I'll change into something festive." Zheng Zhuxi shared her philosophy.
Ding Songyan glanced down at his blue padded jacket:
"Should I bring some festive clothes to your house and change into them tomorrow?"
Aside from his everyday training clothes, the Xiaoming Sect prepared three outfits for him each season, with extras for the New Year.
"My mother has new clothes ready for you. A personal disciple is half a son, after all," Zheng Zhuxi said, teasing him a little.
For a personal disciple, a master could indeed be considered half a parent.
Following Zheng Zhuxi down the mountain as she wore her pure white cloak, Ding Songyan asked thoughtfully:
"What sort of person is Martial Uncle?"
Martial Uncle Zheng Ziming had arrived in Flat Lake Town yesterday. Tao Wenshu's personal disciples who were at the sect had all gone to pay their respects, but they had mostly exchanged pleasantries and had not stayed long. Ding Songyan had yet to form a particularly detailed impression of him, knowing only that he was less stern than he had imagined.
Zheng Zhuxi turned to glance at her junior brother, dimples faintly showing:
"Don't be nervous. My father is an honest, generous gentleman. He neither fawns on his superiors nor bullies those beneath him. As long as you