"Hey, Senior Sister, don't call me that! The sect master has never taken me into the sect! It wouldn't be appropriate for you to call me that!" Seeing Xiao Xianrui address him this way, Xiao Hua sensed trouble and immediately denied it.
"Father hasn't driven you down the mountain after all this time, so naturally he intends to accept you into the sect. Just cultivate slowly. If ten years aren't enough, then twenty—can't you reach the Qi Cultivation third layer? So... you are destined to be the youngest junior brother of our Shang Huaming Mountain Sect!" Xiao Xianrui did not care. She understood in her heart that, if not for that strange custom of the Xiaoyu Continent, Xiao Hua would probably have entered the sect long ago.
"Forget it, Senior Sister. Don't say anything useless. You... just tell me what you want!" Xiao Hua said with a bitter smile.
"Sigh, it's nothing much. It's just so cold here, and your two senior brothers and I... mustn't freeze ourselves sick. Do you have any pills? Lend us a few for now?"
"No, Senior Sister. The sect master never instructed me to do that. I don't dare agree so casually..." Xiao Hua shook his head like a rattle-drum.
"Stingy~" Xiao Xianrui stamped her foot, stealing a glance at Zhang Qingxiao and giving him a look.
"Ow, my back hurts so badly! Little Junior Brother... don't you have even a shred of compassion? Can you bear to watch the senior brother who usually dotes on you suffer like this?" Zhang Qingxiao immediately began crying out in pain.
"Hehe, Second Senior Brother, stop whining. No matter what you say, I won't give you any." Xiao Hua declared righteously.
"Hmph, if you won't give them, then forget it. How about... you try the cold here