"Junior Xiao Yan greets Senior Venerable Feng!"
Xiao Yan struggled to his feet and respectfully bowed to Venerable Feng.
At the same time, he instantly understood the girl's identity.
Who else could be Venerable Feng 'Venerable Feng disciple, the girl who could be personally accepted as his disciple and move freely within the Starfall Pavilion?
As a disciple of the Venerable Feng, it's no wonder he possesses such talent and strength.
It would be strange if the disciple of Dou Zun expert were mediocre.
It's alright.
Venerable Feng nodded slightly, raised his hand and gestured to indicate that Xiao Yan did not need to be so polite.
His voice remained gentle and calm, a stark contrast to the indifferent and imposing manner he displayed when facing Old Ghost Liu in the Stone Forest ruins.
His tone at this moment sounded more like that of an elder visiting someone in the hospital.
He glanced at Xiao Yan, his eyes filled with approval.
He spoke to Xiao Yan:
"This is the Starfall Pavilion. I have only given you a brief overview of your injuries. You will need some time to rest and recuperate."
You shall stay here for the time being.
Venerable Feng spoke calmly and naturally, as if he were arranging a trivial matter.
But Xiao Yan knew in his heart that being able to recuperate in the Starfall Pavilion was an opportunity that many people would rather die for.
The abundant battle Dou Qi here alone is a cultivation resource that no amount of money in the outside world can buy.
After Venerable Feng finished speaking, he pointed to the girl beside him and introduced her:
"This is my disciple. You can make yourself at home in the Starfall Pavilion. Feel free to ask her anything you don't understand."
When the girl heard her master mention her, she immediately puffed out her chest and gave Xiao Yan a smug smile.
After giving these instructions, Venerable Feng pointed to an exquisite wooden box placed on the table beside him.
The box was entirely black, with several pale gold lines engraved on its surface, and a faint medicinal fragrance wafted from the cracks.
Xiao Yan recognized the material of the box at a glance: thousand-year-old agarwood. The box itself alone could fetch a price that would make even a Dou Emperor a powerful figure in the martial arts world) ache at an auction.
"This is Seventh-Grade Pill, the Mystic Spirit Nourishing Rhyme Pill, which will greatly benefit your recovery."
The Venerable Feng spoke these words in a calm tone.
After speaking, Venerable Feng turned and left.
His figure began to fade the moment he turned around. His steps were neither fast nor slow, but he disappeared into the light and shadow at the end of the road after a few steps.
But as he was leaving, a barely perceptible sound drifted to Xiao Yan's ears on a gentle breeze.
"Don't worry, as long as we know that old guy is still alive, that's fine."
If we're really talking about it, that old fellow is the true owner of this place; you don't need to feel guilty...
His tone carried a complex emotion that was hard to describe.
Upon hearing Venerable Feng's words, Xiao Yan froze on the spot.
He realized that the other party had probably mistaken him for Yao Lao's disciple.
The reason why Venerable Feng intervened to save him, why he brought him back to the Starfall Pavilion, and why he used Seventh-Grade Pill to heal his injuries.
All this goodwill stemmed from the other party's belief that they had a formal master-disciple relationship with the Yao Lao.
This realization stirred up a complex emotion in Xiao Yan's heart.
I felt touched, guilty, and also a little embarrassed, unsure how to explain myself.
But he did not offer an explanation.
It wasn't because he wanted to take advantage of this kindness that didn't belong to him, but because he did indeed have intricate connections with the Yao Lao.
Although they are not master and disciple, he can be considered half a successor.
The Radiant Heaven World-Burning Spear was passed down from the Yao Lao, and his alchemy skills were also inherited from the Yao Lao.
Moreover, Xiao Huohuo was a genuine disciple of Yao Lao, which made Xiao Yan feel much more at ease.
Xiao Yan bowed slightly and respectfully paid his respects in the direction where Venerable Feng had departed.
Whether Venerable Feng can see it or not, this bow is something he owes.
After Venerable Feng left, the girl beside him immediately came over.
She had clearly been waiting on the sidelines, just waiting for her master to leave so she could do whatever she wanted.
Those big eyes darted around, their gaze towards Xiao Yan filled with curiosity and eagerness.
Hello, my name is Mu Qingluan.
"Since Master has entrusted you to me, just ask me if you have any questions in the future."
Mu Qingluan put her hands behind her back, tilted her head, and gave Xiao Yan a playful smile.
She walked around Xiao Yan twice, her footsteps so light they were almost silent, her blue cloth shoes making only a very faint rustling sound on the wooden floor.
Her gaze swept over Xiao Yan from head to toe, but there was no malice in it; it was pure curiosity, as if she were looking at a rare object that had fallen from the sky.
He then carefully moved closer to Xiao Yan and sniffed him.
Xiao Yan felt uncomfortable with her action and instinctively wanted to back away.
The girl smelled a faint mixture of medicinal and bloody odors on him, along with the unique fluctuations of the lingering Heavenly Flames.
She pouted and shook her head, her expression as if she were trying to solve a very difficult puzzle.
"Strange, it's amazing that Master personally sent you back."
"And they even took out the Mystic Spirit Nourishing Rhyme Pill."
Mu Qingluan muttered, her voice full of confusion.
She tilted her head as if pondering some extremely profound question.
Her big eyes blinked rapidly, and after a moment, she suddenly clapped her hands, as if she had finally come up with a reasonable explanation.
She suddenly moved closer to Xiao Yan, the distance between them becoming dangerously close.
Xiao Yan could even feel the other person's breathing.
"You're not Master's illegitimate child, are you?"
When Mu Qingluan said this, her expression was very serious, and her tone was so earnest that it seemed as if she had just deduced a truth that she was 100% certain of.
Her large eyes were fixed on Xiao Yan, as if waiting for a definite answer.
"Um... Miss Mu, please stop joking."
Xiao Yan's body stiffened abruptly, and his mind went blank for a full breath.
Then, almost instinctively, he leaned back slightly, shrinking his upper body back half a foot, barely managing to create the extremely uncomfortable distance between them.
This Mu Qingluan looks so gentle and quiet, how come she speaks so frighteningly?
"Alright, you look so sickly, I'm not teasing you anymore."
Seeing Xiao Yan's embarrassed look, Mu Qingluan burst out laughing.
He took two steps back and stood up straight again.
She stood with her hands on her hips, her chin slightly raised, trying to strike a pose like a senior sister, even though her still chubby face hardly exuded any authority.
"From now on, with your senior sister protecting you, no one in this Starfall Pavilion will dare to bully you."
"You should focus on healing your wounds first. Once you're healed, I'll take you out for a walk and give you a proper introduction to the Starfall Pavilion."
As soon as Mu Qingluan finished speaking, she turned and walked out of the room.
As he left, he thoughtfully closed Xiao Yan's door gently, the hinges making a soft creak before falling silent.