"Senior brother, master said from today onwards, I will share the same bed with you. You must take good care of me," the young and tender voice was as clear as a spring.

Yun Lin, who always concealed his emotions, looked at the little junior brother in front of him, who was only seven or eight years old and had just started learning. His eyebrows, rarely furrowed, wrinkled slightly.

"Why doesn't the Xuan Yin Sect have a room for you to stay in?" Yun Lin was puzzled, not understanding why his master arranged things this way. The Xuan Yin Sect was a large and prosperous sect, not only providing its disciples with the best food and accommodations, but also having plenty of spare rooms available.

The master also knew that he was not good at getting close to people, so ever since he entered the sect, he had been living alone. However, he did not know why he would be living with the junior apprentice brother today.

Yun Yang's clear eyes were filled with a smile. "Master said that one should be responsible from the beginning to the end. Since I was brought back by you, you will be in charge from now on."

Yun Lin furrowed his brows even tighter.

A few days ago, the Xuan Yin Sect received news that the Demon Clan had declared its intention to annihilate every living being in the Wan Ling Valley. His master ordered him to lead the disciples of the sect to rescue them, but they arrived too late. By the time they got there, the Wan Ling Valley was already filled with corpses, except for this child in front of them.

So, Yun Lin brought this child back and his master recognized him as the son of Qiu Ci, the Valley Lord of Wanling Valley. His master also accepted him as a disciple and named him Yun Yang. The two of them became brothers.

The child who was frightened that evening now became exceptionally clingy, and Yun Lin felt as if he had brought back a troublemaker.

Yun Lin was very unwilling in his heart, but living with Yun Yang was a command from his teacher that he couldn't resist, so he could only nod and agree.

Seeing Yun Lin nod in agreement, Yun Yang smiled brightly.

"Senior Brother, I'm hungry," Yun Yang said, resting his head on the table and looking across at Yun Lin, who was engrossed in studying the sword manual.

"It's not yet time for the meal." Yun Lin didn't even lift his eyes.

"But I'm young and don't have much experience," Yunyang justified himself using his young age as a valid excuse.

"The senior brothers and sisters in the sect, many of them joined at your age. Everyone went through the same process, so why can't you?" Yun Lin still didn't look up.

Name renowned sects like Xuan Yin Sect have their own rules. It seems like I'll have to go hungry for now. So, Yun Yang shifted his focus to the sword manual in Yun Lin's hands. "Senior Martial Brother, judging from the name Xuan Yin Sect, they should excel in musical magical treasures related to sound and rhythm, such as zithers, flutes, and jade flutes, right? Senior Martial Brother, why don't you teach me how to play the flute, umm..."

Yun Yang's words were cut off before he could finish, and he found that he couldn't open his mouth anymore.

Looking at Yun Lin raising his finger that he hadn't even had a chance to put down, he immediately understood.

It turned out that Yun Lin found him annoying, as he chattered incessantly, so she secretly used a silencing spell on him, causing him to shut up.

Yun Yang immediately became annoyed. He jumped off the stool and quickly sprinted towards the door, taking long strides with his slender legs.

Yun Lin watched as that small figure disappeared from his sight and breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, no one would bother him anymore.

However, in less time than it takes to brew a cup of tea, Yun Yang returned, accompanied by someone. It was Yun Ling's master, the head of the Xuan Yin Sect, Wu Chen.

Yun Lin's master, who has a very high level of cultivation, is known as the Dustless Immortal by the people at the foot of the mountain due to his great virtue and reputation. Yun Lin has no idea how old his master is this year, as he appears to be no more than thirty years old on the outside. When Yun Lin met his master twelve years ago, he was already like this—a figure in white robes with black hair, exuding an otherworldly air and bearing that seemed untouched by the mortal world.

"Master, just now Senior Brother covered my mouth and wouldn't let me speak," Yun Yang clung to his master's thigh, looking aggrieved. His big, black eyes were on the verge of tears.

No wonder this brat ran so fast just now. It turns out he went to report to the master.