"You came back, didn't you? As long as you don't leave the Xuan Yin Sect, you won't get lost, and you won't encounter any bad people here." The voice remained indifferent, showing no concern for Yun Yang, the junior disciple.

Senior Brother's words made Yunyang even more furious. He flipped over and pressed him down, holding onto Yunlin, crying and making a fuss. "Senior Brother, why are you so heartless? I'm just a child. Can't you be a bit gentler with me? It's true that I can't be lost. But aren't you worried that I'll be freezing outside in the middle of the night? If it weren't for Master's orders, would you have thrown me out a long time ago?"

Yunyang was venting frustrations under the pretense of borrowing an excuse, wanting to find someone to confide in but unable to verbalize it. Upon reflection of the events of the past few days, he truly felt unlucky. He did not know who his own mother was, yet he had to spend his days dealing with his father's love affairs, seeking revenge for his father's women, and being manipulated by his own older brother.

Now that my magical powers have been sealed, I have joined the Xuan Yin Sect and ended up with such an unsympathetic senior martial brother.

Life is so difficult.

However, what Yun Yang just said is not wrong. If it weren't for Master's orders, Yun Lin would have long kicked this troublesome child out.

Yun Lin has been a disciple of Xuan Yin Sect for twelve years. Among the junior disciples who joined later, many of them were roughly the same age as Yun Yang. However, none of them dared to bother this senior brother, as they had long stayed away from him due to his indifference.

Yun Yang is an exception.

However, the way this child is currently clinging to him reminds him of that shameless demon clan youth from earlier, continually trying to snuggle in his embrace, which makes him feel repulsed.

Yun Lin forcefully pushed the junior disciple who was pressuring him, with too much strength. Yun Yang "bang"ed back onto the bed.

He still had his back turned to the junior apprentice brother, "Rest early. If you don't go to morning class tomorrow, Senior Elder Li Jue will definitely not spare you."

The four words "厉觉长老" immediately reminded Yun Yang of that stern old man with white hair under the pagoda tree. If it weren't for the master's intervention during the day, he would have probably been punished by Elder Li Jue already.

It seems that he cannot escape tomorrow's early morning class.

Compared to the early morning class, he had something even more important to attend to tomorrow. After realizing the state of his body, he found that going to complain to his master today was a wrong decision. If he were to transform back to his original appearance every night, how could he dodge his senior martial brother? He couldn't possibly use the excuse of having to relieve himself every night, right? Occasionally one or two times would be fine, but if it happened too often, would his senior martial brother think something was wrong with his body? This outing would take at least an hour. His senior martial brother would definitely become suspicious.

Yunyang pondered over these troubling matters and gradually closed his eyes. By the time Yunlin woke him up, it was already near dawn, and it was almost time for morning classes. The sky outside was still dark, and he hadn't slept enough at all. In his entire life, he had never woken up this early. But he had no choice but to attend the morning classes.

Yun Yang, still half asleep, got out of bed with a hazy drowsiness. He changed his clothes, freshened up, and then followed Yun Yang to the main hall.

As the senior disciple, Yun Lin always arrived first for the morning class. However, today, there was a little follower behind him.

After the eldest senior brother stepped over the tall threshold in front of the main hall with both legs, he realized that the youngest junior brother hadn't caught up.

When he turned back, he saw Yunyang struggling to lift his two little short legs over the threshold, pouting and looking at him.

Yunyang felt suffocated. He couldn't even cross a threshold now. What's the difference between him and a useless person?

Helplessly, he could only look at Yun Ling with a pitiful expression and stretched out his arms, eagerly pleading, "Senior brother, please hug me."