Watching Li Yingling turn so sweet and accommodating, Chu Xingchen felt he had shown considerable foresight.
He had no idea who his Eldest Disciple had learned this face-changing art from.
Cui Hao might have been the liveliest person in the sect, always finding things to do, but he was actually very easy to handle.
Only his Eldest Disciple had lived with him in the Ruined Temple and dug up Spirit Plants with him back then. Thinking back, his eldest disciple had even been the first to taste the Pill Elixir from the Iron Wok.
She unquestionably had the most seniority.
It was not that Li Yingling was hard to coax. She rarely truly threw little tantrums; most of the time, she was merely putting on an act to express her dissatisfaction.
If Chu Xingchen wanted to, he could dismiss the whole thing with a few casual words.
Li Yingling never took things seriously with her master, either.
She had simply walked alongside him for so long. Although this little padded jacket consistently let the wind through, it still provided some warmth.
After all her hard work, giving her a little reward was naturally necessary.
Watching Li Yingling fiddle with the jade hairpin and little trinkets, a delighted smile on her face, Chu Xingchen unconsciously began to smile as well.
Besides, seeing his eldest disciple happy did bring some warmth to his heart.
Even after growing up, the young girl from those days still retained traces of her old self.
Chen Baiqing silently swept her gaze around. At this moment, only Second Senior Brother was absent; all the other disciples were present.
For some reason, Second Senior Brother always missed these relatively heartwarming moments through some strange twist of fate.
Although Second Senior Brother had never complained about it, Chen Baiqing