This adorable female disciple was the junior sister Chun Xiaobai had rewarded last time. Everyone in the Sect called her Yao Yao.
Yao Yao looked Lu Qingshan over. For someone his age to still call her Senior Sister, his manners were certainly impeccable. But rules were rules.
She spoke directly. "Imperial Jade Liquid Wine."
Lu Qingshan thought it over. He had already tried practically every word he could think of that rhymed with "wine."
So he simply made something up. "Three hundred eighty a vat?"
"Huh!" The adorable Female Disciple Yao Yao froze on the spot.
Wasn't the correct answer "one hundred eighty a cup"?
Yao Yao was about to ignore this elderly junior brother, but then she noticed how old he was, even balding. Perhaps... he had senile dementia?
One hundred eighty a cup and three hundred eighty a vat actually meant roughly the same thing. Only the wording was a little different.
After all, she had heard that although cultivators like them rarely fell ill, their minds could still grow muddled at a certain age. Perhaps he had simply remembered the password wrong?
So she kindly reminded him.
"Junior Brother, the password is 'one hundred eighty a cup.'"
"Remember it, and don't get it wrong again."
"If those senior brothers mistake you for a spy and beat you up, you'll be in trouble."
"Huh!" Lu Qingshan froze completely.
Then his old face broke into a smile like a chrysanthemum in full bloom.
He had never expected to stumble into success like a blind cat finding a dead mouse. This little lass was so honest that she had simply told him the correct answer!
He hurriedly took a good look at the girl, committing her appearance firmly to memory.
He was already this old and still hadn't taken a