The new sect was still preparing materials; construction had yet to officially begin.
The only structure that currently counted as a house was probably the Matchstick House Li Yingling and Li Xingtian had built.
No one in Chu Xingchen's sect was currently foolish enough to insist on swallowing hardship when there was none to endure.
For now, they would stay at the Courtyard House in Yuzhou City.
Outside the Courtyard House's entrance.
Holding Chen Baiqing's hand, Chu Xingchen instructed her quietly, "When you go inside in a moment..."
Her little face solemn, Chen Baiqing gave her master a reassuring look.
"Master, don't worry. I understand."
"Good, as long as you understand."
Chu Xingchen nodded in satisfaction, then pushed the door open and entered.
His eldest disciple was sitting on a stone chair, with two guests seated stiffly across from her.
At the sound of the door opening, all three looked toward the entrance.
Li Yingling smiled. "Master, you're back. Look who's here!"
Seated on a stone chair, Ning Qianqian looked toward Chu Xingchen with nervousness she could barely conceal, trying her best to muster a smile.
"Qianqian and her father happened to join the crew building our sect," Li Yingling said with a touch of wonder. "After this chance encounter, they wanted to thank you personally, Master."
Ning Kun stood up and dropped into a deep kowtow before Chu Xingchen. "Thank you for saving our lives!"
Chen Baiqing hid behind Chu Xingchen, looking at Ning Kun as she carefully sensed his current emotions.
Once she confirmed there was nothing wrong, Chen Baiqing relaxed.
If the person before them had secretly come to cause trouble, she would have to warn her master.
After several days of checking, Chen Baiqing was certain the voice in her heart was right: it could discern