After a chaotic scramble to settle the newly arrived ladies on Azure Cloud Peak, Dongxu Zi felt as though he had lost half his life.
What sins had he committed to still be driven into such towering fury by those unfilial brats every day at his age?
Arriving at the main hall, Dongxu Zi was just about to light the candles when he discovered a young Sword Cultivator in white sitting upright before the hall.
Wonderful, here comes another one! Dongxu Zi lamented inwardly. He walked over to the young Sword Cultivator and sat before him without the slightest regard for appearances.
"What are you doing here in the middle of the night instead of cultivating quietly in your room?" Dongxu Zi asked curiously, looking at the young Sword Cultivator before him.
The young Sword Cultivator in white was none other than Bai Feiyu, who had just returned from Penglai Immortal Mountain.
Only upon hearing Dongxu Zi's voice did Bai Feiyu, who had been resting with his eyes closed, slowly open them. He bowed slightly to Dongxu Zi and said, "There is something this disciple does not understand. I have come to seek your guidance, Sect Master."
Looking at Bai Feiyu, Dongxu Zi could not conceal the admiration on his face. Of everyone on Little Mountain Peak, Bai Feiyu behaved the most normally.
He was unlike Leng Qingsong, whose sharp edge was fully exposed, unlike the unfathomable Chen Changsheng, and still less like the free-spirited, unpredictable Ouyang.
From the very first moment Dongxu Zi had seen Bai Feiyu, he had known that this boy was no creature destined to remain in a pond.
There was his innate nobility, the aloofness that kept others a thousand miles away despite the smile often on his face, and, beyond that, an ancient, enduring