Ning Rongrong turned around and called out to Ning Chen with utmost sincerity:
"Greetings, senior brother!"
"No need to stand on ceremony, Rongrong."
Ning Chen hurriedly reached out to help her up, unable to hide the smile in his eyes.
A thousand emotions stirred in his heart-in just a few short days, he had gone from an unremarkable disciple with level-five innate soul power to someone whose martial soul had advanced into the Eight Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda and who had become a disciple of the mighty Qian Daoliu.
Now that his younger sister had also sincerely accepted Qian Daoliu as her master, the bond between the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and Spirit Hall had been tied into an unbreakable knot, impossible to sever. For the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, which had endured for a thousand years yet remained shackled by its martial soul, this was undoubtedly the best possible step toward a new life.
Qian Daoliu watched the siblings smile at each other, lightly tapping his fingertips against the stone table. The crisp sound settled the courtyard's atmosphere a little, and he slowly spoke:
"Ning Chen, you are both her senior fellow disciple and her older brother. On the path of cultivation, you must look after Rongrong, support each other, and advance together."
"Your disciple obeys!"
Ning Chen immediately bowed in response, his expression solemn.
Ning Rongrong nodded vigorously as well, clenching her little fists as she said:
"Don't worry, Master. I definitely won't hold my senior brother and senior sister back! I'll cultivate with everything I have and never disappoint you!"
Her childish declaration made everyone in the courtyard laugh. Qian Daoliu could not help smiling either, but then his smile faded. His gaze settled on Ning Chen and Ning Rongrong, and his tone abruptly grew