He had grown much taller. The Xie Clan's excellent genes spoke for themselves-not one of them was short or ugly-so even though he was still young, he stood nearly half a head taller than other cultivators his age.
That Zhiguan was not as tall as he was.
In a few more years, he would probably be as tall as Aotian-ge.
Then he, too, could fight shoulder to shoulder with Aotian-ge and entrust his back to him.
Just as Chi Yu relied on Senior Brother Xuanji, Xiaoqiu relied heavily on Chi Yu.
His adolescent build and his self-awareness as a cultivator gradually made it impossible for him to fling himself into Aotian-ge's arms and act spoiled like a child-he was simply too embarrassed, and it felt far too incongruous.
He could not cut up Yaomo corpses while pretending to be a frail little child who wanted Aotian-ge to hold him.
Xiaoqiu thought about many things, his eyes fixed on the exit the whole time.
Chan disciples began coming out.
Those in red were disciples of the Prajna Chan Sect, those in purple Chan robes were disciples of the Sabaha Chan Sect, and those in blue were disciples of the Sanpowa Chan Sect...
At last, the Chan disciples in cyan came out!
Xiaoqiu went up to them, greeting them with a cheerful expression and tone that were growing increasingly like Chi Yu's. "Senior Brother Jingguan, Senior Brother Wuyou, you're finally out." He changed the subject at once. "Oh, where's Aotian-ge? Wasn't he on your team? And where's Senior Brother Lianchi?"
Jingguan's expression shifted slightly. He exchanged a glance with Wuyou and asked somewhat hesitantly, "Long Junior Brother hasn't come out?"
"Huh?" Xiaoqiu froze.
Qingxuan's voice came from behind them. "Long Junior Brother came out fourteen days ago. Didn't you see him?"
Qingxuan