"Little Fifth... honestly, you."
Chu Qingjian shook her head with a helpless laugh, then said:
"This is my new disciple. Don't go stealing her away from me later."
Seeing how the child stroked the Jade Pot, Jiang Yang knew she must love it dearly. He turned back and said:
"You're joking, Senior Sister. Why would I?"
"Hmph, who can say?"
Chu Qingjian's eyes shifted as she gave a soft huff.
"Hahaha, don't just stand there, Senior Sister. Come sit with me and have some tea."
Jiang Yang sidestepped her remark and led her into the little courtyard to sit down. Taking the seat opposite her, he used a spell to brew tea.
With her martial uncle and master present, Cong Huaijin, as a disciple, ordinarily had no place at the table. But Jiang Yang considered how young she was; leaving her standing there was hardly a solution, so he gave her a seat as well.
Jiang Yang was looking down as he poured tea for Chu Qingjian when he heard her turn and say:
"Spirit vigor circulates, and lunar radiance abounds. Little Fifth, this Moon White Elm Tree of yours is growing ever more magnificent. What a fine place to shelter from the wind and gather qi."
"Ah... Fourth Senior Brother gave it to me. I hardly have time to look after it, but fortunately, it draws in and releases spirit vigor on its own. It's grown this lush without giving me any trouble."
Jiang Yang glanced up and answered with a smile.
"That little rascal Fourth. I taught him for so long, yet the brat never thought to give me anything..."
Chu Qingjian pursed her lips and muttered to herself.
Jiang Yang naturally heard her, but it was not his place to comment. He merely smiled faintly, turned, and