When Yun Yang arrived at Senior Brother's room, Senior Brother had already finished studying the sword manual and was meditating on the bed.

He sighed silently. These disciples of prestigious sects and righteous schools were leading such dull and uninteresting lives.

"Senior Brother." Yun Yang walked to the front of the bed and called out to Yun Ling. However, Senior Brother remained in his current position, completely still, not even lifting his eyelids.

"Senior Brother? Master wants you to go to the Bamboo Moon Pavilion." Seeing Yun Lin ignoring him, he then relayed the words of the master to the eldest senior brother. He even leaned against the couch, tiptoed, and waved his small hand in front of the eldest senior brother, but the eldest senior brother still kept his eyes closed without any reaction.

Although Yun Yang is a member of the demon clan, his cultivation is still achieved through practice. Though the methods of cultivating demonic and immortal power are different, there are many similarities in the details. He knew that his senior brother was currently meditating, regulating his internal energy, completely focusing his energy and unaffected by external influences. Even if Yun Yang were to shout at the top of his lungs, it's likely that his senior brother wouldn't hear him.

But at this moment, senior brother is also at his most vulnerable. If he were to extend his finger and poke it at senior brother's pulse, senior brother would undoubtedly be severely injured and even be at risk of going berserk.

Of course, Senior Brother has no major grudges against him, so he wouldn't go to such lengths. But thinking about it, this Senior Brother's heart is really magnanimous. Despite having a junior like him who just started learning and knows nothing, and is quite disruptive, he actually dares to cultivate in front of him.

"If Senior Brother, if you don't go and see Master soon, he will punish you." Yun Yang simply took off his shoes, climbed onto the bed, and sat beside Senior Brother, with one hand resting on his cheek, staring at Big Senior Brother.

Speaking of his eldest martial brother, it can't be denied that he really looks good. At least, he is the best-looking among all the humans he has ever seen, although he hasn't seen many humans aside from those from Xuan Yin Sect and Wan Ling Valley. His eldest martial brother stands tall and straight, dressed in a blue robe that remains untainted by even a speck of dust. It accentuates his already fair skin, making it appear even cleaner and more delicate. With his sharp sword-like eyebrows and cold, penetrating eyes, his black hair neatly arranged in a bun, and a plain and unadorned emerald hairpin adorning his hair, it adds a touch of coldness to his demeanor. This kind of cultivator carries an aura of being free from worldly concerns, as if untouched by anything. Yun Yao suddenly feels a twinge of wicked thought in his heart, wondering how his eldest martial brother would look when he falls from grace.

As he carefully observed his senior martial brother, Yun Ling suddenly opened his eyes and asked, "Master, what do you need me for?"

In fact, he already knew that Junior Martial Brother had just gone to tattle to Master again. Master must be looking for him because of Yun Yang's matter.

Yunyang pouted, as it turned out, his senior martial brother heard everything he had just said.

He tilted his head and smiled at Yun Lin, "You'll find out once you go. How could this newly arrived little disciple guess what Master is thinking?"

Yun Lin gave him a cold glance and uncrossed her legs, then got up and left the room.

As soon as Senior Brother left, Yun Yang immediately collapsed onto the bed and rolled around, laughing. "Hahaha, let's see how our Master will deal with you."

When Yun Lin arrived at the Bamboo Moon Pavilion, Elder Li Jue had already left. There was only the Sect Master Wuchen sitting alone under the acacia tree, pondering over the chess game left behind by Elder Li Jue.

"Master." Yun Lin approached his master and bowed to him.

After the Head of the Dustless Sect glanced at him, their gaze returned to the chessboard. They held several white jade pieces in their right hand, which made a squeaky sound when squeezed.

"Yun Ling, do you still remember what it was like when you first arrived at the Mystic Sound Sect?" asked the Sect Master Wu Chen.

His question left the eldest disciple at a loss for words. In truth, Yun Lin did not wish to reminisce about the past. There were too many unpleasant memories, and even after years of following his master in cultivation, he couldn't completely let go.