"Little Xiaojie, it's only been a few years, and you've already become a Titled Douluo," Qian Chongling said to Qian Xunji, who looked as though he still hadn't had his fill.
"Ancestor, you've been away for forty-six years now. I'm already fifty-two," Qian Xunji said earnestly.
Qian Chongling froze. He really hadn't noticed that. After all, judging by Qian Xunji's current appearance, he looked only about thirty.
At that thought, he teased, "Who would have thought you'd kept yourself so well, Little Xiaojie? You look only a little older than me."
Qian Daoliu: ...
Tian E: ...
Ghost and Chrysanthemum: ...
Seeing that these juniors had nothing to say, Qian Chongling had no desire to keep these fellows around any longer. They failed at everything they did, left nothing of whatever they ate, and knew only how to stuff their faces. He waved a hand.
"Little Xiaojie, arrange for a few young, well-behaved maids of fifteen or sixteen to come here tomorrow. It doesn't matter whether they're Soul Masters. What matters is that they're youthful and pretty."
As a grown man, looking after a six-year-old girl would be inconvenient however he looked at it, so having some young women care for Bibi Dong was just right.
"As for Bibi Dong, tell everyone that you've taken her as your disciple, but in reality, I'll teach her myself," Qian Chongling instructed Qian Xunji.
"All right. Now go back where you came from, all of you."
Without waiting for any of them to respond, he ordered them out.
The night was hazy, and a waning moon hung high in the starry sky amid clouds that curled like gauzy veils.
In a classically elegant room, understated yet luxurious and refined, Qian Chongling sat on the bed with a fine painting brush in hand, depicting